My New Junkie little Playmate.

If I had showed anything but nonchalance right now he'd have taken me up on my offer to keep an eye out. Good thing my casualness led him to lower his guard and he threw his phone at me to catch, which of course I did—would've been so embarrassing if I missed and it crashed into the wall behind me, also problematic since I needed his phone—before turning back around to disappear in another part of his apartment.

Quickly I typed a small text for my dear ex and sent it. I wanted to check his phone a little as a precaution, in case I needed some info about him for later use—you could tell a lot about a person thru their phone— and with all I could find about him before I was interrupted rather earlier than expected, I can say he's our regular, early twenties, perverted drug dealer, that usually thinks with his d**k than his head, yeah, nothing out of ordinary.

Hasty on my fingers I closed all the applications I went in on his phone and threw his phone back to him but not before deleting the conversation I had with him before coming here, even if it was thru an untraceable line, I just don't want to leave a chance for things to go in any other direction but the one I chose.

Unfortunately I can't yet delete the text I sent to Eliza through his phone so before he could check his phone my foot smacked a leg of the table sitting beside me, it sent everything cluttered on top of it flying to the ground making a loud enough sound to get his attention diverted.

We both rushed over to the –now limp— table, "I apologize bro, I'm a bit jittery today, I think you could guess why?" I rubbed my nose multiple times and sniffed to convey the idea, that I had already taken the crack. I fumbled with the things I picked from the floor.

"It's alright man, j-just leave it to me ok," mildly frustrated voice reaches me "you can give me the money now and go, I got other plans."

Oh I don't think so; I'm not done with you yet, my new junkie little playmate.

"Yeah sure, it's right here-", I stood from where I was crouching on the floor next to him and swayed on my feet a little whilst turning and reaching in my pants pocket. Before I could take the wallet out I collapsed on the couch right in front of me.

"Hey! Hey, man! What you doin-", he slapped my face a few times. I could hear his slight panicking voice reaching my ears; see his frustrated expression through my half open eyes, as my head sway right to left upon his hopeless attempts to bring me back to my senses.

"Come on, dude! Not here." He huffed loudly before finally moving away from me to let me be.

A few unhappy grunts from his part and a bunch of incoherent gibbering from my part, later, I finally hear his voice.

"She's here? What did you text her?" with my still half lidded gaze I see him turn towards me with questioning eyes before taking in my barely conscious dazed form and realizing I won't be much of a help to his interrogation and moved his back to me, once more.

Took you long enough, dear ex.

Now time to make him apologize for slapping me, not even once but three times.