Ryland's P.O.V.
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"L-like what?" Nasha asked.
I smiled down at her.
"First, give me your damn phone." I ordered.
"I-it's in Val's bag." She told me.
I stood up straight, putting Nasha at the perfect height for me to fu.ck the sh.it out of her. I picked up the bag from the floor, and searched through it until I found her phone. I unlocked it, and went to her texts. She's already fu.cking sent that guy a message?
"Friends, huh?" I asked Nasha.
"W-well... What else was I supposed to say?" She asked.
"That you're taken, and to fu.ck off." I replied as I typed my own message.
Me (Nasha): Don't text me ever again. I have a boyfriend.
Then I deleted the chats, blocked the contact, and then deleted it.
"But I'm not taken," Nasha said.
"Does it mat
