My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 9: Why were you even on my phone?

I sit on the bed and gaze intently down at the messages on the phone in my hands. I couldn't help but question myself is Josh seeing someone else?

He's angry that I danced with a stranger but having girls that he fucked texting his phone isn't a problem? Who does he think he is?

Am I one of his hoes?

"Annabelle! You're not joining me?" He yells, from the shower.

I am so angry that I didn't intend to answer but I did anyway, "no sorry!" I yell pressing my lips together in anger.

"Bommer!"

I sigh looking through the window with a lot running through my mind.

What if he's using me and all those words he told me are fake and none of it is real?

What if he's saying those words to mess with my head? They all feel real to me and I thought about having a future together with him.

I know it's too early to talk about the future with a guy I met a week ago and who's also my best friend's brother, but Josh makes me feel wanted and loved. He makes me feel things no one has ever made me feel.

There is so much to talk about when I am talking about him and it hurts to know there might be someone else.

God, why can't I have a normal relationship? Why is it so hard?

"Hey, what's wrong?" Josh asks with concern in his voice, walking towards me with his towel wrapped below his waistline and water dropping from his curly hair and burly body.

I can't say I don't love the view because I am sad or maybe heartbroken, but the view is sexy as fuck.

"You tell me," I hurl the phone over to him and he quickly catches it with a curious and confused look as he opens the phone.

"Listen-" he begins with a strange emotion in his eyes.

"No, you listen! I am not a toy! Okay, I am not!" I stand from the bed looking at him fiercely.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He raises an eyebrows, frowning as if I offended him.

"You're sleeping around with women while seeing me! How could you Josh? I trusted you!" I bellow ferociously at him, I couldn't control the rage in me I am hurt. He looks at the messages then looks at me.

"First of all it's one girl and stop acting like we have been dating or seeing each other since forever! For fucks sake we just met and me having a girl texting my phone has nothing to do with you. Why were you even on my phone?" He snaps at me.

Oh! What a dick he is! He has the nerves to say such a thing.

Of course we just fucking met but he's the same guy that is fucking me and saying how much I am his and he's mine! And I don't care if it's one girl, it could've been fifty, he's still seeing me! I can't believe he said that! I can't fucking believe it.

My body is now shaking with rage and pain.

I look at him in disbelief, "You know what? Fuck you, Josh!" I grab my clothes placing them on angrily, "I know we're not dating but having a girl texting your phone has something to do with me because we are fucking and you said you're falling for me!" I angrily place my T-shirt on before grabbing my phone storming to the door. "If I speak to a fucking guy you will be so mad at me or jealous but you have a girl you're fucking or fucked texting your phone and you're acting like it's nothing. You're being an ass, an actual ass! Fuck you, Josh! What happened to claiming me and I am yours? What you said is not doing a good job of owning me!"

"I didn't mean it like-" he begins with a sigh, but I don't want to hear what he has to say so I turn and storm away from him.

I have no idea how on earth I'm going to get home but I don't care.