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I sat in my room staring at my cell phone hoping that I would get a phone call or a text from my boyfriend, but he hasn't talked to me in two days all because of a small argument that we had. I'm starting to think that I'm truly losing him like he said that I would. Am I really wrong for getting jealous? I mean I can admit that I was wrong for causing a scene, but I feel like that girl hates me for no reason at all and I just retaliated and besides, you'd freak out if you saw your boyfriend/girlfriend being with someone else right in front of you.
I refuse to text or call him first because I'm selfish and I hate admitting that I'm wrong to him. He was also wrong for controlling me the way he did, If I was out there kissing another guy or even a girl he would get an attitude and he'd act ten times worst than I did. He flipped out for me holding my cousin's hand for a picture before, so he's the insecure one
I looked down to see my phone lighting up which means that I got a text message. I read the name and saw that It was Meredith's number. I frowned at the fact that It wasn't my boyfriend, but maybe she's apologizing.
Text: can you please call me? We need to work things out.
I dialed her number and waited for her to answer. I'm hoping for an apology because she had no right to roll her eyes at me and give me dirty looks during that whole date. "Hello." I heard her voice. I cringed at the sound of her voice. ''Hey Meredith,'' I said dryly.
"First Of All, We Need To Set The Record Straight. I have a damn job to do with your man and you're trying so fucking hard to ruin it and I won't let you do that shit because if you ruin it then that means that I won't get paid and messing with a bitch's money is the absolute worst thing that you can ever do, so do me a favor and stay the fuck away from Kian as long as I'm around him.'' with that being said, the phone had went dead.
"OH HELL NO.'' I quickly threw my phone onto the bed and I ran over to my closet to put my shoes on. ''I know the fuck she didn't just talk to me like that. She don't know me.'' I laced up my converse and I threw on a hoodie. .
