You laid in Jeffery’s dirty ass bed, scrolling on your phone when he walked in— Bloody, disgusting and smelling terrible..

“ Hey there, shit-head. “

Jeff smirked and walked over, plunking down right ontop of you like you where a chair, staining the back of your shirt with blood and gut-fluid.

“ Mmggh- Nice and comfortable, hm? “

He laughed as you tried to wiggle from under him, pissed off he’d ruined another perfectly good shirt.

“ Aw cmon! Didn’t you miss me?!… Who ya’ textin’-?! “

You two began to bicker back and forth and wrestle as he tried to take your phone from you, reaching for your phone repeatedly.. He was wanting to know who you were messaging.