New Phone, Who Dis?

(479)531-0967

yu know yu foul as fuck fa fuckin wt muh home gurl wt a lil ass dick & honestly fuck both y’all hoes . i shoulda neva even fucked wt yo dumb ass bt it’s coo, clown ass nigga . yu a bum anyway so lose muh numba

Confused isn’t the word to describe what I’m feeling when I read the text on my phone for a third time. What the fuck? I start to type out a message, but then another one comes in.

(479)531-0967

& yu betta get checked cuz da hoe burnin niggas witcho dumb ass 🖕🏾

🤯😶‍🌫️Well this is awkward, but I’m 1000% sure you have the wrong number...😳🤐

Delivered

I sit on the couch with my phone in my hand, flabbergasted. Three dots appear, disappear and then appear again. Meanwhile, I’m practically sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for a response from this weirdo texting my phone. Rosie, my best friend, comes in from the kitchen we share and flops on the couch with a yogurt in her hand.

“What’s wrong?” she asks right away.

“Nothing, I don’t know.” I glance at my phone. “Some random number is texting me, trippin’ girl. Look.” I hand over the yellow iPhone and then put my focus on the movie neither of us are watching on TV. A few seconds later, Rosie laughs.

“Wow, I wouldn’t have even responded.”

My phone dings with a new message.

(479) 531-0967

nigga yu must think im dumb . clearly . betta come get ya shit from muh crib cuz dat shit sittin outside 🥱✌🏾

Sis, you really got the wrong number.🤔🤭

I’d leave his stuff on the curb, though. 😅

Delivered

(479)531-0967

shit new phone , who dis?

To get the rest of the book, check it out on Amazon!