𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳.

[ DM'S ● TWENTY NINE ]

I DIDN'T TEXT JUSTIN RIGHT after Hailey told me that shit, I needed to calm down first or I would've cursed his ass off.

fatherstell sent you a photo.

fatherstell: justin, we need to talk.

I was majorly pissed off. Like really fucking pissed off. I wasn't in the mood to discuss it in the friendly way, if he wanted to act like a bitch then I was going to be a petty bitch.

I got no answer. Of course. My next option was to call him but he hung up, didn't even pick up.

fatherstell: alright asshole, FUCKING ANSWER ME

He really liked to push me over the limit. I left it like that, I was sure he was going to answer me sooner or later this day. I just had to be patient even if I wanted to fuck them both up.

A few hours later he finally managed to answer.

Instagram: justinbieber sent you a photo.

justinbieber: sorry, i couldn't answer. call me now

I called him, ready to scream into his face.

»Hey, Stell. What's wrong? You seem mad.«

I let out a sarcastic laugh, »Oh really, do I? Hailey talked to me.«

That was the only thing I had to say because I could hear him sigh in frustration.

»I'll send you something very interesting.«

I immediately sent him the picture which Hailey sent me.

fatherstell sent you a photo.

»Interesting, isn't it? And that guy on the picture right there has told me something quite different, "I have nothing more to do with Hailey". Remember?«

I sounded calm but I was truly burning in anger.

He said nothing for a minute. I bet he thought about how to explain it, or he was going to deny everything, but that would be difficult with proof.

»Stell,« He said softly.

»Oh, fuck no. Tell me the truth.«

The last sentence I said slowly but firmly. I waned the truth, not any lies.

»Okay.« He inhaled deep. »Hailey and I discussed everything, we're back together as friends. Well... actually kind of more.«

My breaths stopped and my throat felt like constricted. This was unexpected. Like a punch directly into the stomach. I felt sick and had a feeling to vomit. But I didn't let it get to me, that fucker really wanted to pull this shit on me.

»Oh, yeah? Would've been very nice if you have told me right away but instead you had to send that skinny ass hoe to tell me. What of a pussy are you, huh?«

»I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away.«

That was all he had to say? A "sorry" and it would be fine?

»Alright, but one thing that I would like to say.« I said through gritted teeth.

»Yes?«

I completely forgot that I was holding my phone so hard that it hurt my hand but that wasn't on my mind.

»Actually I have nothing to say. Fuck the both of you.« I laughed in disgust and disappointment.

»Stella, please just- fuck. I never meant to hurt you.« He spoke in honesty.

»I'm not even hurt, just disappointed.«

»I really want to stay friends with you, Stell. I don't want to loose you.«

I grimaced, I couldn't even believe him. »Then loose that bitch.«

He gasped on the other line in surprise.

»Are you serious?«

Another laugh slipped through my lips, »No, loose me.«

It was the end of the call, I hung up on him. Tired of his shit and flipped feelings. First that rat played all cute and flirtatious and the next day he was balls deep in some other chick. I wasn't with that shit.