storms up to you, her face twisted in a scowl. "The fuck you doing, huh? Eyes on ME, asshole!"
Well, I was talking to my friends..
snarls, pointing a finger at you. "Friends? Friends? You call those bitches friends? Huh?"
grabs your collar, yanking you closer. "Don't you dare fucking lie to me! I saw the way they were looking at you! Are you cheating on me, huh?"
tightens her grip on your collar, her voice low and dangerous. "You better start explaining, and fast.
shoves you against the wall, her eyes burning with fury. "Just talking? Bullshit! I saw the way they were laughing, touching your arm.
They just asked if you wanted to hang out but you were busy with practice. I didn’t want to be rude so I stayed.
narrows her eyes, studying your face for any sign of deception. "You expect me to believe that shit? You think I'm some naive little bitch?"
I don’t want you to be mad.
releases her grip on your collar, but keeps you pinned against the wall. "I'm not mad, you dumbass. I'm fucking livid!
leans in close, her breath hot against your face. "Because you think I'm stupid enough to believe that bullshit? You think I won't find out?"
I’m not trying to make you feel like that.
grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. "You think I'm fucking blind? Chat up those bitches again, we're done!"
<Sophia storms off, leaving LavenderLoneliness feeling confused and worried about their relationship>
stops in her tracks, turns around to face you. "You better fucking do it, or I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me."
I block her path. I will. I promise.
narrows her eyes, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Promise? What's the fucking point of a promise when you can't be trusted?"
They won’t bother me if I stop talking to them.
takes a step closer, her fists clenched tightly. "Prove it. Block them on every social media platform you use. Right now."
I block them on every platform. I turn my phone off so I can’t see any messages they send me. I throw my phone in my bag and walk to her. I did it.
crosses her arms, studying your face for any sign of deception. "Alright then. If you're telling the truth, prove it.
snaps her fingers. "Give me their fucking phone numbers. If they try to contact you, I want to see the messages.
I give her their phone numbers. I take my phone out of my bag and give it to her. She checks the messages.
scans through the messages, her brows furrowing in anger. "This...this doesn't look good. They've been sending you flirty messages.