[Briam] "I'm not into him"

chapter 20:

an: 20 chapters. almost 1 year. why not write a bit of fluff/smut/and sadness :) !!

unknown number: do you know how bad i want you?

unknown number: Brett doesn't deserve you

you: how many times do i have to block a number?

unknown number: is it true you tried to kill yourself because you're gay?

you: you don't know shit

unknown number: yes i do, babe

unknown number: you know, if you just went for me in the first place

unknown number: none of this would've happened

you: who the fuck is this

unknown number: you probably wouldn't know who i am

unknown number: or shall i say..we are

you: fuck. quit being so dramatic. what's your name?

unknown number: T. H. :) happy?

you: are those your initials? because it doesn't help at all

unknown number: good enough for now. what's got you so ungrateful?

unknown number: oh and do me a favour..

unknown number: go and tell Brett you've fallen for someone else.

you: and why on Earth would i do that?

unknown number: because you don't want your friends to die

you: i swear to god if you even touch them

ERROR MESSAGE FAILED TO SEND TO: unknown number

i groan frustratedly, not knowing what to do about this. it was Friday night and i was home alone and beginning to freak out. i try to calm my breathing but i just can't. i open up my contacts icon and quickly find Brett. i then call him as soon as possible.

he picks up within the 4th ring.

"hello?" his voice sounding quite groggy.

"h-hey.." my eyes threatening to spill tears.

"is um.. everything okay?" Brett asked awkwardly.

"can i come over, please? i really need to speak with you a-about something." i choke out.

"sure, i'll see you then.." and with that, Brett hung up and i instantly dashed over to my shoes and jacket, slipping them on, and then leaving.

i decided on walking rather than busing, making it take about 15 minutes to get there. when i arrived, i rang the doorbell. a few silent moments past and eventually Brett opened the door, revealing himself.

"hey.." he said lowly.

"hi.. i just need to show you something.." i say quietly and Brett nods, stepping aside and letting me in.

"so what is it? i'm surprised you want to talk to me considering you called me an asshole." Brett mocked and i huffed lightly.

"i'm sorry i called you that.. i'm just angry that you don't understand and you keep brushing me off." i say sadly as we sit down on his couch.

"i guess i'm just confused.. and hurt." Brett pressed his lips in a solid line.

"well, look at these." i pulled out my phone and unlocked it, finding the texts, and handing it to Brett so he could look for himself.