Ariana
2 weeks later...
I was sitting in the dining room of Jayda's house, scrolling through Instagram.
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I had made a couple videos, posting them.
Refreshing my timeline, I seen that Dave posted on his instasnap. He was posted up with a bitch.
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I mugged my phone so motherfucking hard because he acted like he couldn't answer my calls.
"The fuck." I said as I watched the snaps closely.
"BITCH!" I heard Jayda yell from upstairs.
"YOU SEE IT TOO?" I yelled back
"Hell yeah! On god Dante getting put in a body bag on my momma!" She yelled.
I grabbed my shoes, putting them on in a hurry.
Dave had me fucked up. He can go out but it was a big ass problem when I went.
Going to the door, Jayda jogged down in fighting clothes. She grabbed the keys and we were out the door.
Once we got inside her car, I had one question.
"Where they even at?" I asked.
"Don't trip. While Dante was sleep, I put a tracker on his phone." She said leaving me speechless.
I guess that's something I have to do with Dave.
"Sure do." She said.
After a while of driving, we were creeping through this neighborhood. Cars were on the side of the rode and it was people standing in a yard.
"They must be here." Jayda said said as she pulled over.
It was a small house, looked horrible on the outside.
