I answered the phone and Brad started going on and on about how he was sorry and how I guess Jose sent that test. So I put my phone on mute and just started jamming to Taylor Swift.
I honestly don’t give a shit if he or Jose sent the text. It was rude as fuck and I honestly don’t give a fuck about him anymore.
“Ella time for dinner” My mom yelled from downstairs.
“Okay be there in a minute!” I yell back.
I take my phone and take it off of mute. Brad is still mumbling on.
“Brad . . . Brad . . . I got to go. Test me” I say.
Then I hang up the phone and go down for dinner. My mom asked me why my music was on so loud. I told her that I was blocking out Brad.
Her response: “Turn that shit up!”
I love her . . .
