Flirtationship

Chapter V - Unexpected

Justin’s P.O.V

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My phone startled me. I slipped my hand into my pocket and fished it out.

 “Hey, it’s Justin,” I whispered into the phone.

I heard a flirty giggle on the other line. I was sure it was a girl. And I am absolutely sure it isn’t Brenna.

“Hey, sexy,” the voice said. It sounded sultry, but I wasn’t drawn to it at all. I wasn’t in a very pleasant mood lately.

“I don’t know you,” I said blankly.

“You do, babe. You do,” she purred.

“I do? I don’t think I do. And don’t call me babe,” I hissed.

“Aww, baby. What about our little night? I missed you. I miss every inch of you,” I could hear her smack her lips.

When she said that, only one thing came into my mind: Slut. She’s a slut. I bet she has fucking herpes.

“I don’t know you. Tell me who you are or I’ll drop this call,” I threatened.

“But you do know me. Just guess,” I heard her giggle again.

“That’s it. I’ll even throw in a number block. Goodb—“

“Wait! It’s me. It’s Sam. Sammy. It’s Sammy,”  she said in a rush.

Sammy? Who the hell was she? What the fuck.

“I don’t know anyone named Sammy,” I said in a flat tone.

I was still seated on my bed. I didn’t move an inch since Brenna ran off. God, why must my life be so complicated?! I didn’t blame God though. It was my fault. All my fault.

“Ouch, baby. You don’t remember me at all?” she sounded quite down.

“Nope,” I popped the “P”.

“Well, do you want me to remind you…?” here comes the flirty tone again.

“No, I would like it if you would please leave me alone,” I said sternly.

“That wouldn’t be fun at all!” she said ecstatically.

“I never said I wanted you to show me what’s fun and what’s not,” I said strictly.

“Well, baby, want me to come over?” I could imagine her winking at me. I don’t even know what she looks like.

“You don’t know where I live,” I said. Appalled.

“Well, I’ve been to your house already, baby. You fucked me nice and hard, remember?” she sounded disgusting.

“Whatever. I do not know you, Sammy, or whatever your name is,” I dropped the call and threw the phone across the room.

That was quite awkward. It was really awkward.

I can’t stand thinking about her – Brenna. My best friend is mad at me. I just. I just can’t. It’s unbearable!

      I stood up and walked over to my bathroom door. I turned the knob and opened the door. I entered the room and started to take my clothes off. I was stressed, so I wanted to think things through in the shower.

      I flung my used shirt into the soiled clothes basket along with my pants and boxers. I went over to the shower and got the water running. I hopped into the cascading water, letting it flow down into little droplets down my body.