[1] INSTAGRAM | DEREK LUH {COMPLETE}

9

ON THE PHONE WITH JACK

"who the hell is fucking derek, baby?" jack growls into the phone, making me jump.

"just a friend, jack," i simply put, "this isn't a big deal-"

"not a big deal? you now have all of a sudden more than ten thousand followers and people commenting on your page saying you're dating some guy named derek luh."

"it's not a big deal!" i repeat, "i think you're overreacting. let those people think what they want! i love you, that's all that should matter."

"don't talk to derek ever again."

"jack-"

"you heard me."

then, jack hangs up.

ON THE PHONE WITH WESLEY

"he what?!" wesley exclaims over the phone, "jack isn't good for you, at all."

"but i love him!" i throw myself onto my bed, hearing the rough breaths from the other side of the phone.

"you think you love him." i can practically hear wesley rolling his eyes over the phone. "he's like fucking twenty."

"he's only nineteen, bitch."

"yeah. he wants a serious relationship because he's fucking old. you're seventeen, sophie."

"i want a serious relationship, too!" i counter, "it's just he's so fucking protective-"

"babygirl, he is more than protective," wesley hums, "as your best friend i don't think he's good for you."

"as my best friend you shouldn't be against me."

"as your best friend i'm telling you i don't like your boyfriend so i am against you when it comes to this."

"wes," i groan.

"i gotta go," he quickly states, "my mom's calling me downstairs for dinner."

i didn't hear his mom at all, and his mom has a loud, booming voice.

"bye, wes."

"i still love you, puta."

"bye, wes." i repeat.

then, wesley hangs up.