"Is it bad that.. I never made love, no I never did, but I sure know how to fuck I'll be ya bad gir-" Jacob's phone rang aloud. He quickly hopped off of my lap, and ran to his dresser, picking up the phone, holding out a finger to me, and walking out the room.
Ugh! I wan't to know what he was about to say! but you know, that ringtone really suits him. he claims he's never made love, and he's bad to me. I mean, he can fuck too! What if he was gonna say he was gonna give me a chance? Fuck! fuck you, whoever Jacob is talking to right now!
"Yeah, um Cresanto... I have to introduce you to someone..." Jacob quietly said, looking down. I sat up, and smiled. "C-Chresanto, this is my boyfriend Joshua." Jacob said. My smile instantly dropped when I heard the word, "boyfriend". I felt my face get hot from anger as I watched Joshua or whatever kiss Jacob on the neck, and Jacob quietly moan. it was very quiet, but I could still hear it. "Jacob, who the fuck is this?" Joshua asked. "Um, some guy, that keeps trying to fuck me." Jacob said, staring at me. Then he mouthed to me, "I dont mean that." I dont give a fuck if he meant it or not! He-He lied to me! he lead me on! he knew I was in love with him!
All the memories of the times he kept calling himself a worthless whore came back to me. I would always sit there and deny it. But he was right.. he is a worthless whore! "You know what Jacob! you are a fucking worthless whore! and a lair! and I wish i never fucking met you!" I yelled at him. "And fuck you! don't call me again!" I screamed. Why??? I have been nothing but good to that man, and thats what I get... he kept telling me he doesn't want to be in a relationship because he's a prostitute?!? no, its because of that nigga joshana or joshua, whatever!!
As I layed in my bed drinking a huge ass bottle of plain vodka, jacob called me. I immediately ignored it. We were about to get it on, when some nigga showed up! my dick immediately went down when I seen that ugly ass nigga's face! what the fuck does jacob think this is?!? The "Let's see how far me and Chres can go!" show?!? its fucked up I tell you! fucked up!
The doorbell rang, and I got up, walking crazily and stumbiling to the door. There stood the beautiful man of my dreams, you guessed it, Jacob!
"W-What the fuck are you-you doung here?! I don't wanna look at you!" I yelled at him. a look of sadness rushed over his face. I let go of the door, and fell to the floor. jacob dropped his bag or whatever he had, and rushed over to me gasping. "Chresanto, your fucked up... how many blunts did you smoke?" "None, just 3." I said,sounding like a complete idiot. I couldn't control what I was saying. it was like my mouth had a mind of its own. The only reason I'm worrying about what I'm saying, is because I don't want jacob seeing me like this. I want him to see that I'm strong and that I don't care. but my mouth isint letting that happen. "Did you drink?" He asked. "Hahaha yea!" I said, slurring my "hahaha's" He stood up, and pulled my arms, trying to pull me over to the couch. He finally got me there, and used all his muscles nd might to lift me onto the couch, and did it! he panted, and walked over to he front door and shut it. he came and sat down, rubbing my leg. "I'm sorry I made you do this." he said,shedding a tear. "I don't like when people do this stuff to themself because of me..."
