2nd chapter today to make up for yesterday's missing one :)))
Dreams pov:
"Olivia!" The voice squealed.
My eyes widened in realisation of who the voice belonged to, I had only heard it once, but she already had a bad reputation in my head.
I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration.
"Hi Isabella." I growled, venom dripping from my voice.
"Huh? You again?" She scoffed, "who the heck do you think you are anyway? Just give the phone back to Ol-"
"Shut up." I threatened.
"EXCUSE ME?" she gawked, clearly offended.
"I said shut up." I calmly repeated, "first of all, bitch," I started, "his name is George you got that? Were you fucking dropped on your head as a child? Or were you just born a selfish, manipulative, discriminative, self-centred whore?"
She gasped, "what makes you thi-"
I chuckled, "bitch, I wasn't done." I interrupted, "you don't ever fucking call George that okay? GEORGE. G-E-O-R-G-E. Since you seem to be unable to use the correct pronunciation of it." I continued, "and as for who I am? I am this perfect mans boyfriend." I informed, "this perfect, handsome man is my boyfriend, and I will do anything for him." I added, smiling at the brunette who had a wide variety of emotions mixed on his face.
"And that includes committing man slaughter." I threatened, giving the wall a death glare.
The line was silent.
She was speechless.
"You never deserved to even have George's presence in your mistake of a life. Stay. The fuck. Away." I growled, "and if I ever hear that you called again I will not hesitate to gut you without hitting a single artery so that you don't die of blood loss and make you eat your own organs." I threatened before hanging up the phone.
I blocked the number as I walked back to the stove, I passed George his phone again, "here ya go, goggy" I beamed, turning back to the pasta, "you sure you just want plain pasta?" I questioned.
"U-hm yes please" he stuttered, clearly dumbfounded and shocked by my actions, "thank you" he thanked.
I turned to face him after draining the pasta, "no problemo, pasta isn't that hard y'know" I chuckled.
"I meant for the phone call" he chuckled rolling his eyes.
"Anytime." I smiled, preparing the pasta, "she gives you anymore trouble, you tell me."
"Will you actually gut her?" He playfully questioned, joking. I passed him a plate.
"I know a guy" I joked in response, making us both laugh a little before eating and changing the subject once again.
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