We literally were on the swings for 5 hours. We talked. A lot. I never realised how easy it was to talk to someone, yeh Jamie was easy to talk to but all we talked about was him, Bertie actually cared about what I was talking about.
He told me all about himself and I to him. He knows about Jamie, he is the first person I have told. He seems to think that Jamie is a bit of a douche, I thought that was a bit harsh seen as they had never met.
It had started to rain so we decided to go inside my house, I know what your thinking I have only just met this guy and he is going in my bedroom, I think I lack regards for my own safety or something? All I know is Bertie is hot, I think I know all about him and we are very close, what can I say?
"Hey Bert do you want a drink?"
"No thanks Soph"
"Well I'm getting a coke, be right back".
I left me phone in my room, that's when Jamie called, I don't even know why Bertie did this but he answered my phone.
I walked in the room to find Bertie
Looking white in the face holding my phone. "Bertie what's wrong?" I asked.
"Your phone rang, that boy Jamie. Well he heard the fact that I am well a boy then said ' That dirty little slut is cheating on me isn't she? Whoever you are I will be there in two minutes and your life will not be worth living' And then he hung up. Didn't you say he was like 7ft and a almost professional rugby player?"
"Bert, don't answer my phone, secondly we are just friends, ill talk to him we are Bestfriends I'm sure I will calm him down."
I think I could anyway but I didn't want to lose Bertie, but I felt the stabbing pains which Jamie had left by calling me the worst 3 words I have ever geared come out of his mouth, 'Dirty Little Slut'. We are/were Bestfriends or was I just imaging it I felt raw but numb at the same time all the while Bertie locking himself in my bathroom.