Hands To Myself • jb

11; A Second Choice

"Okay, there's clearly something I'm missing, why do you have such an attitude right now?" Justin asked, pure annoyance dripping from his tone, as he looked away from his phone and over to me.

"I'm fine. I don't have an attitude," I replied, continuing to look at the movie that was playing on my tv, my tone blunt.

He continued looking at me for a few more moments before I heard him scoff and look back down to his phone. "Whatever, Bri. You know what, I'm just gonna go. I don't have time for your moody ass today," he said getting up off the couch.

His comment immediately pissed me off. "Ok, bye. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Let me know when you actually have time for me," I replied, giving him an unphased look.

Just leave... like you've been doing.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean? I'm here now aren't I?"

"It means exactly what I said. When you have time to actually hang out with me and not be so interested in whoever you're smiling at on your phone, let me fucking know." I told him, not in the mood to be around him anymore. His presence was really starting to annoy me.

A faint smirk made its way onto his face, "Jealous I'm not giving you my undivided attention?" he smiled sarcastically.

"Not at all. I couldn't care less about who you're texting." I spat. We both knew I was lying.

"If you couldn't care less, you wouldn't have brought it up, baby."

His stupid smile was irking the hell outta me. I was officially irritated. "You wanna know what you're "clearly missing?" Why I have such an "attitude" right now?" I sat up from my lying down position. "You are the reason. You've been such an asshole lately. You've made plans with me almost every day this week and this is the first day you've actually came through without bailing, but you still seem like you'd rather be doing something else. If you don't want to hang out with me, can you just tell me so we're both not wasting our time?" I said loudly.

"I'm hanging out with you now, Bri. I'm literally tryna hang out with you right now and you're acting like you don't want any company. What the hell do you mean I've been an asshole lately?" He asked, his tone raising as well.

"Just go, Justin." I waved him off, looking back to the tv screen, "Sofia's probably waiting for you," I muttered and immediately regretted it for sounding like a jealous, clingy bitch... which I'm not. See this is why I don't catch feelings for guys. 

I could hear Justin let out a chuckle and looked over at him, "You're jealous," he smirked.

I scoffed, immediately frowning up my face at him. "Um... of what exactly?"

"You're jealous you haven't been getting my undivided attention because I've been hanging with Sofia these past couple of days," he replied, that stupid smirk still on his face. "That's why you're in such a mood."

"Alright, I'm gonna stop you right there," I said bluntly, getting up out my seat and standing up to face him. "I couldn't give two shits about who you decide to hang with. Hang out with whoever the fuck you want to, okay? We aren't dating. I'm not gonna tell you who the hell to hang out with. I'm not in a mood because I'm jealous that you're hanging out with someone else. I'm in a mood because this entire week, you've blown me off as if you've never even met me. Like it's so easy for you to just drop whatever plans we had, for someone else. I understand someone being busy and not being able to hang out. Trust me, I get it. But when you make plans with someone and something comes up, the right thing to do, is to let that person know you no longer can hang out. Not to continue making plans with that person, just to cancel on them at the last minute or to come over to their house and not even pay attention to them. You've been here for a good hour and a half, and you've said a total of 6 words to me. If you don't want to be here or have something else better to do, please just fucking tell me, because you're not only wasting your time, you're wasting my time!"