“Why are you starting with this again? You knew that Zayn was still my friend.” I said.
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were actually like talking to him” Justin admitted.
“So you’re going to get all emotional over a text?” I asked crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows.
I could tell Justin was really irked by my choice of words.
“Emotional?” He asked in the snidest way ever.
“Yes emotional” I spat.
“I don’t think so. You’re the one who’s being all bitchy! I asked you a question and you took it to a whole other level.
Bitchy! Bitchy! Bitchy! That’s the word that was running through my mind at this moment. Nothing else. Saying that I’m acting bitchy, to me, is saying that I am a bitch and I can’t believe that Justin said that to me. I just stood there in disturbance by the word he decided to use to describe how I was acting. I was interrupted from my thoughts when I heard Justin’s voice speaking.
“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that to you. I overreacted, but you know how I am in situations like this” Justin said in a low and now calming voice.
“Just because you said sorry doesn’t mean Imma stop being mad.” I hissed.
“Obviously” Justin snapped back.
“I can’t wait to get out of here” I said.
“I can’t wait for you to get out of here either.” Justin said.
Did he mean that in a god way or bad way?