Jealousy

Chapter 15 > currently editing

Saturday morning

Daisys pov.

*message*

*message*

*message*

I woke up from the disturbing message tone I kept recieving every minute, and of course it was Calum trying to keep me up from my sleep, so I can be all grouchy in the morning.

I slowly get up from my bed, throwing a yawn reaching to my drawer grabbing my phone.

As I unlocked my phone, I slid open "fuckboy 1" 6 new messages, didn't I fucking delete his dumbass number though??

4:34am
Daisy fucking answer you ugly fuck

3:34am
Get up or youll die in your dreams, oh how much I would love that

2:04am
How many guys did you fuck? None cause no one likes you *laughing emoji*

2:00am
Hey Daisy so wyd? Wanna go get mcdonalds so I can let you watch me flirt with girls all day

1:45am
Daisy iam drunmk pick mei up bitch !!!

12:03am

Want to come to the party? Sike bye im gonna go have some fun with girls :)

And those were all the trashy mesages he sent me, they seemed hurtful, but it didn't considering it came out from the retarded boy who looks asian and is ugly also.

I rolled my eyes at the annoyingness Calum texted me.

We barely met for like 2 days and he is already bothering me, and already texts me that he's drunk and tells me to go pick him up? Is this fucking kid 4?!!! Obviously.

To fuckboy 1: You didn't let me sleep and stop calling me names!!!

Is all I wrote, I couldn't help but laugh hysterically on how much Calum is retarded when he's drunk.

It was already 6:03am, and I can't fall asleep now cause of that disaster.

I finally jump off my bed slipping on my slippers, walking downstairs turning on the lights in the hall.

I walked through the kitchen, opening the fridge leading with milk, and some chocolate chip cookies I got out of the pantry.

Right when I was opening the milk, pouring into the clear glassed cup, my phone vibrated making me feel annoyed as I accidently dropped the milk.

"Ugh." I mumbled, to myself on how much Calum is getting on my nerves.

Fuckboy 1: Exactly, im gonna do that to you every weekend little hoe

I couldn't help but leave my mouth wide open at the word he called me, "hoe"

I clenched my fists, imagining when I see Calum his beautiful face will be gone.

Calum has no right to call me these horrible names, like I said, we only met for like 2 days and he's already calling me these bad names that will make me punch him in the face?!!?

So I harshly grabbed my phone typing so fast I had to keep deleting the errors I made.

Right after I press send, I reread over my message.

To fuckboy 1: You do not know how much I want to pound you

After putting my phone down I turned on the netflix grabbing my cookies and milk ready on the mini table as I searched through shows on netflix.