Fall

That was weird

"Justin!! Give me my phone baaaCCK!!" I wined like a child stomping my feet and crossing my arms showing my irritation quite clearly.

He's been testing my patience all day. First it was with taking my homework away from me in math making the teacher give me a zero and an annoying ass lecture about how important it was to do homework and that she was highly disappointed in me, when he was the one that had it the whole time. And to make it better he gave it back to me right when the period ended. Then it was leaving me at school purposely making me walk 30 minutes back home. And now he's over at my house and took my phone away from and won't give it back.

"Why though?" He asked false confusion laced on his stupid fucking face.

"BECAUSE ITS MINE AND YOU HAVE YOUR OWN!! JUST GIVE ME MY DAMN PHONE BACK!!" I screamed just as my hands started to shake. He held the phone over his head so I couldn't get it since he was quite taller than me.

Justin is highly lucky that we are best friends other wise I would of had my phone a long time ago and Justin would be in a grave by now.

"Yeah but I like your phone better. It's nice." He smiled innocently.

I don't know how I'm friends with this guy in all honesty. He can't go not one day without getting on my nerves.

My eye starts to twitch as my hands balled into a shaking fist. I launched at him making him fall straight on the purple colored carpet on my bedroom floor. Justin was now laying on the floor as my legs were wrapped around his waist. I started to pound on his chest rather hard. I took hold of his hands and grabbed my phone out of his hands, but I wasn't done just yet. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pounding on his chest again.

"Ow! Bella stop that! It hurts, get off!"

I ignore his pleads to stop and continue my madness.

"Next *pound* time *pound* give *pound* me *pound* my *pound* damn *pound* phone *pound* and *pound* this *pound* wouldn't *pound* be *pound* fucking *pound* happening *pound* jackass *pound* *pound* *pound*"

I rip myself away from him furious and jump on my bed taking my phone in my hand and sitting against the headboard. I plug it in the charger and put my earbuds in my ear as I blast Crooked Smile by J. Cole.

Stuff like these happen on the regular with me and him.

I hate hitting him and yelling at him but he just makes me so mad. And he does it on purpose. And then when he's done he's gonna try and comfort me. Like no just leave me alone.

Justin stays on the floor looking at the ceiling as if in deep thought. I glance over to him to see if he's ok and not dead. I don't see his body go up and down as he would if he was breathing and I start to worry.

Did I just kill my best friend because of the stupidest little device in the world? Oh God. Noo I'm a murderer!

I rush over to him leaving my phone on my bed.

"Justin." I say lightly shaking him.

Nothing.

"Justin!" I say louder than before.

"Justin stop this isn't a game. Wake up." Just as I say that he jumps up saying "boo" scaring the living hell out of me. The room is soon filled with his raspy laughter which I find highly annoying.

I scream and place my hand where my heart is supposed to be.

"Fuck you."

I go to stand up and climb my bed again but was soon pulled back down. I sigh knowing its Justin.