Novel & Cerita I Blew Up My Boyfriends Phone

And almost immediately the phone the person was holding fell to the ground face flat. I jump back almost immediately as my eyes recognized the boy in front of me, his blue eyes softened when they recognized me too. “Is bumping into people some kind of fetish for you, femboy?” He muttered with a smirk as he reached down to pick up his phone. Silence stretched between us as he glanced at his phone screen that now had a huge crack; he tilted his head to one side. “What are we going to do about my phone screen? Yesterday it’s my coat, today it’s my phone—how do you intend to pay?”

He lifted his hand to punch me again, but resisted and withdrew his phone from his pocket, tossing it at me; thankfully, I caught it and scanned my eyes at the screen, discovering an article updated 10 minutes earlier with a prominent title. "Has the nation's most cherished couple torn apart?" The title reverberated in my thoughts, and then reality hit me as I glanced up at Blaze, stunned and afraid. "I'm sorry," I stuttered. How could I have forgotten we had a thing with him before? He laughed hysterically. "When have you never been apologetic, you bloody bitch, I've been phoning your fucking phone for hours!" I frowned. "My phone? but it wasn't ringing,"

he asked, laughing. “It’s a Nokia 3310,” I said, lunging for it. “Where did you even find this? I can’t believe people still use these. It’s disgraceful. I’ll have to get you a new one so people don't look at me with distaste. This is ancient.” “You make everything about yourself. I like my phone, and there's nothing you can do about it.” “Really? ” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He flung the phone against the wall with all his strength, causing it to shatter into pieces. “Now you don’t have a phone.”

My mind was still stuck on what they had said earlier. “So, who’s the unlucky boyfriend, by the way?” Zade asked. I glared at him. “Fuck you,” I hissed. He chuckled. “Oh no. Your boyfriend might get jealous.” I raised my middle finger. “Fuck off, dude.” My eyes flicked to my phone, which had been ringing for hours and was now completely shut down. I didn’t bother answering it.

God, it’s so boring in here. I take my phone and click some pictures of myself before sending them to my husband. Three bubbles pop up, and I wait for his reply. 'Delete. Stop filling up my phone space.' I pout at his rude message and shut the phone. This man is just too much. He doesn’t care about me at all. I turn on the phone again and scroll through my contacts until her name flashes. My fingers itch to call her just once. I miss my best friend, but I am ashamed of how I behaved with her.

Why is she dressed in a cunning red gown that could strike a man down to his knees with a single look? And most of all, why the fuck is she kissing my mate? Suddenly, something ugly bubbles up inside of me. The phone is out of my hand before I can stop it, shattering against the wall. My mother and brother both go silent, and all I can do is stare at the broken phone, my own chest heaving now. “Iris—” My mother reaches out, but I whirl away, clutching at my hair. “How could he?” I breathe, sinking onto a nearby chair. “He promised. He promised—”

If it’s Luke, I might actually hurl this thing onto the field and let a linebacker stomp it into dust. I flip the screen over. It is him. And as much as I want to throw my phone off the bleachers, I can’t because how exactly would I explain that to my parents? Hey Mom, the Westbrook boy you’re obsessed with and would happily force me to date again keeps messaging me, so I smashed my phone out of pure psychological distress. Yeah. That’ll go great. I open the message.

He slammed the phone hard against the opposite wall, shattering it into pieces. Charlie was still considering saying something to irk Warren, but when he noticed the broken phone on the floor, he realized it was his own. He rushed over and picked up the broken fragments with a mournful expression. "Mr. Larkin, we agreed not to get angry, didn't we? This was a gift from my girlfriend for Valentine's Day. I only used it for two days. I'll be in big trouble when I go home tonight." He hugged the broken phone fragments, looking utterly distressed.

Belinda had called me while I waited. “Your brothers are looking for you again,” Belinda had said over the phone. “Tell them that I am not a baby,” I had said flippantly. “Vivian, I am serious! They are blowing up my phone and ruining my date because you wouldn’t take their calls,” Belinda had sounded exasperated.

Boone was stunned with the quickness with which he had acquired that injury and pain. "You had the guts!" Boone shouted, but didn't move towards Liam. Liam ignored him and walked to the man whose nose he broke with his phone. His phone still lay on the ground, only that it had been stamped on and broken to a point of uselessness. The young man cowered away when Liam came to him. Liam stared at his phone, picked it up, observed it for some time, then held it in his hand as a weapon. "You destroyed my phone," he hissed at the young man. "Now give me yours."