The spoiled brat typed, "I need a moment with you. I don't want you not all, boy. Just a usual conversation."
"What do you want to talk about, then?" Jake pondered, taping his fingers on the device, a tad bit mad.
"First off, I'm not sure why you'd be on here, but unlike me, with the amount of rizz you pull at school, how would our fellow girls feel if they found out their celebrity crush only used them for attention and went to naturally date random people chronically?" Zoey smirked.
Jake added, "Well, why are you on here?! To find a new replacement for Drew??"
"So what if I am? It's not like it was a clue. You know how I am with virtual shit." Zoey annexed, "I'm assuming your jomies buddies have accounts, too?"
"They're not my friends anymore," Jake replied. "Drew called me a freak, basically lashed at me for lying behind his back, and struggled to hear me out."
Zoey rolled her eyes, typing several words, "What hapened to you is well deserved. You left my ex-boyfriend as if it were the easiest thing in the whole world. You kept secrets about me cheating on him behind his back when you should've told him. C'mon, man, how stupid are you? This is all coming from a person like me. I feel bad for anyone whose friends with you. I'm starting to feel bad for those music freaks. You're disgusting."
"Excuse me?" The peach fumed, "You're so fucking horrible omfg."
"Broski, admit I'm right, it's that easy." The gold digger ordered, then an image clicked to her brain. She had the widest grin on her face. "Yk what? With us having a normal conservation, knowing damn well what poor, freakazoid Milly isn't aware of what you did, why don't I just tell her how you threatened me to lend over her diary for the sake of keeping a secret behind who used to be your best friend? Really gets the drama going."
"You have got to be kidding me..." The singer was furious, glaring through the woman's texts.
The younger lady bragged, "I don't mean to toot my own horn, oh who am I kidding, I verbally and physically know Milly more than you do, so it's pretty plain obvious she'd be pissed if she were to know her partner in crime intimidated the same sex as her. Girl code, am I correct, or what?"
"Zoey, we can communicate over this more when we aren't online, alright? I have a tight schedule, I don't need your bitchy personality to provoke me." Jake agitated.
Zoey noted, "I was nearly my way to ask if you wanted to meet up to talk."
"Seriously?" Jake widened his optics; a little ghostly.
"Yes, it doesn't have to be today. Maybe tomorrow? Or the next? Whatever you want tbh." Zoey implied.
"Does tomorrow sound good?" Jake questioned.
"Yes." Zoey agreed.
"k. See you later, bitch." Jake left the chat.
"Bye dickhead <3" Zoey insulted.
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Moreover, the girls cooed their asses off. It's clear they argued with him for the fun of it. The male was at their bait once he quietly admitted to his wrongs. The duo decided to take screenshots due to future purposes. They close the computer before lying down the cushions.
Maria darted at her best friend, and she spoke, "I presume we can't harass his "friends"?"
"Yep," Zoey whined, "They don't have the app!"
"Hey, at least you have a chance to communicate with Jake." Maria coaxed, "You need to square up with him in case he tries anything."
"Good point." Zoey nodded. She pictured the thought of she and her ex's toxic mutual brawling. The punches, kicks, vomit, the amount of blood spilled, especially all the bruises combined. She wished Jake were to hurt himself earlier.
"Also, Maria?" Zoey called to her friend's birth name, glancing at her cherishing appearance.
The half-fazed girl turned her head toward the blonde, lingering her charcoal rays through a set of cider eyes. She hummed, "Hm?"
"I think you should be there when Jake and I chat. You never know what will happen, the school would sure love a recording of our idiocy." Zoey stated her opinion.
"I see," Maria agreed, "No worries, I'll have to be careful so nobody, not even you, can spot me."
"That's the spirit!!!" Zoey clamored. She shook her friend back and forth in excitement.
Maria giggled, "Not a damn problem, girly pop."
Maria checked the time on her phone. Eleven-thirty at night. She suggested, "Shall we go to sleep? I say we get a beauty's rest in honor of whatever the fuck we'll create tomorrow."
"Absolutely, goodnight." Zoey smiled.
"Night. Tuck tight, pookie." Maria joked, slanting toward the lamp standing on the blonde's nightstand. She laid back after flickering the lights. The two slowly drifted to unconsciousness, platonically snuggling in each other's comforting arms.
to be continued ---->
' Chart Searching -- Joey Beef, /p Zaria ~
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