Closing The Open

~I didn't masturbate with my phone~

Chapter //1//~I didn't masturbate with my phone~

Raige

Why couldn't the world be like a globe....I could control it with just one hand...
One soft, moist, gentle, smooth-

"Shit. That's my charger!" Meek shouts referring to his private part and I leap off of the bed and advance into my fighting position.

Oh... It's just Meek.

"Can you only do that shit in the arena? "Meek snaps at me as I fall on the carpeted floor due to how hard I'm laughing.

"Hey, it's not funny. It hurts a lot and remember that I actually need this?"
He asks gesturing towards his private part.

"I'm sorry, Meek. Reflexes." I shrug nonchalantly. After laughing until I feel like my lungs are having a heart attack, I head to the shower.

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"Hey, why is he still texting you? I thought I told you to stop seeing him. You'll just get in trouble. He's bad news Shae." Meek says from the other side of the bathroom door. My anger takes over as his words enter my ears.

He went through my phone? How dare he.

Stepping out of the shower, I take deep breaths and try very hard to calm down. I have a serious temper.. And obviously my deep breaths aren't helping.

"Why were you texting him? "Meek asks right as I exit the bathroom. I roll my eyes choosing to ignore him.

This will turn out into an argument or worse... A fight...

"Answer me." He demands grabbing my arm and forcefully turning me around. Now we were facing each other. I violently shrug off his hand and his eyes widen.

Don't seem so surprised... You knew this would happen.

"Leave me alone." I warn and walk towards my closet searching for something to wear. I end up ransacking the whole walk in closet.

James will have to get someone to clean this up.

Just as that thought enters my mind, I hear my phone buzz. I rush out of the closet, still in my robe and lounge unto the bed and reach for my phone. Only to be tackled by Meek. He got the phone and ran into the bathroom closing the door behind him.

Well then...

"Give me my phone." Is all I say, but I couldn't say much more because I was contemplating the ways to cause instant death while separated by a door.

Be smart... Do something before he gets deeper into the phone... Secrets are in there.

"Ouch! Crap." I shout in false pain clutching my foot. I run over to the bed and accidentally hit my shin on the dresser. Now I don't really have to pretend to be in pain.

We all know that shin injuries hurt like the bitches they are. I only winced as I watch my tan shin turn into a purple one.

Wow. That was fast..

"What's go-"
"Fuck, what happened to your leg?" He asks rushing to my side with my phone in his grasp. I quickly grab my phone and put it where the sun doesn't shine.

Don't worry guys. I didn't masturbate with my phone. I just put it in my undies. Very comfortable!

"You little..." His face has a scowl etched on it and a dry laugh follows.

"I should have known that you were a slut. You're just like Beatrice. I can bet there's about 40 male contacts in your phone. No problem, hide it. I don't care. I don't want a whore as a best friend anyway." He sneers staring right through the window.

This is not my best friend. This is a total different person. And those things that he just said? You have got to be kidding me!

My mind goes blank as I see a hand resembling mines, ball up into a fist and sling straight towards Meek's jaw. It was unexpected so he didn't get the chance to block it.

When I retrieve my hand, a look of relief washed over his face.

Oh, I'm not close to done yet.

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