Chapter 330 Verbal Sparring
Every damn time, it was the same old story. My parents, who were like the poster couple for lovey-dovey, didn't give a rat's ass if their daughter's feelings got trampled while they were all wrapped up in each other.
Ever since I bailed for school, they'd gotten even more shameless. Even when they called, it was always both of them on the screen, grinning like idiots.
Brad strolled out of the shower and saw me sprawled on the bed, looking all mopey. He sauntered over with those long legs of his, plopped down next to me, and while toweling off his hair, asked what was up and who had pissed me off.
Who else could it be? My parents, duh. But I couldn't just blurt that out; it was both maddening and embarrassing.
"Nothing, I'm gonna take a shower," I muttered, feeling down, and shuffled off to the bathroom.
By the time I was done with my shower and had dried my hair, Brad was already in bed. The main light was off, leaving just a soft orange glow from the bedside lamp.
I hung up my towel and climbed into bed, yanking the covers over myself.
"Tomorrow..." Brad started to say something, but a notification sound cut him off.
It was his phone, a Facebook message notification.
Brad frowned, clearly annoyed, and shot a cold glance at the phone lying on my side.
I felt a headache coming on and was super irritated. At this hour, it had to be Jenny blowing up his Facebook.
"Check what it is," Brad said in a low voice.
I turned my back to him. "Handle your own crap."
This Brad, with his constant admirers, was driving me crazy. I couldn't even get a good night's sleep!
I usually put on a happy face and never showed my annoyance in front of Brad, let alone shut him down so bluntly. He probably wasn't used to this side of me. He paused, then tried to turn me around, but I stiffened and refused to budge.
Brad didn't know what to do with my stubbornness, but he couldn't bring himself to be rough with me. He had to stretch his arm over me to grab the phone. On his way back, he used his arm to turn me back to face him and planted a heavy kiss on my lips.
I couldn't resist his strength and had to turn back, getting kissed right on the lips.
He held the phone in front of my face, opened the Facebook app, and pulled up the conversation with Jenny. A message stood out.
Jenny: [Brad, are you so sure you and Jane can withstand the test of time and separation and always be together? Think carefully before you answer me.]
It was a sad sentence, but Jenny said it so elegantly, with a bit of an aggressive tone. I pouted and looked away, not wanting to see more.
Brad, holding the phone like a stubborn kid, moved it with my face and quickly typed out a few lines.
Brad: [My love for Jane is unwavering, not afraid of time or separation. Nothing and no one can ever sever our bond.]
The message was sent; for a full five minutes, there was no reply. Another five minutes passed, and still nothing in the chat.
Brad's reply was definitely not what Jenny wanted; she didn't respond. Who knew what she was thinking? Based on her previous behavior, she should be crying and complaining, trying to make Brad see that she loved him more than I did. How could she be so silent?
Brad and I exchanged confused looks.
My phone buzzed again.
I picked it up and saw a Facebook message from Jenny, with pictures attached.
Brad and I shared another glance. Yep, some people never change.
Jenny: [Jane, you must be watching, right? Don't get too comfy; Brad will be mine one day.]
Brad tilted his head and saw the message too. He was so pissed he started breathing heavily and reached for his phone to call Jenny, but I stopped him.
Brad said, "Seriously, babe, she's pushing your buttons like this, and you're just gonna take it?"
Brad looked at me seriously, like he was ready to deal with me if I said I could handle it.
Of course, I couldn't just let it slide. I had to clap back. But there are smarter ways to fight back than just arguing, which is exhausting and pointless.
This was a showdown between women, and defending my turf was something every good girlfriend had to nail.
I rolled up my sleeves and quickly typed.
Jane: [What's mine is mine, and what you can take, I don't care about. The fact that you sent me this message shows you're insecure. Good luck, maybe drowning yourself in activity would ease the pain. Anyway, your wish will never come true, so enjoy the moment while you can.]
I sent the message. Three minutes later, a reply came through, just a few simple words, but I could feel her seething hatred.
Jenny: [Just wait, you'll be crying your eyes out!]
I was speechless and didn't want to waste more energy on her.
I thought, 'I'm arrogant; I'm smug. What can Jenny do to me?'
Jane: [Oh, I can wait. But you'll be the one bawling your eyes out in the end.]
After sending the message, I kept smiling. Brad affectionately ruffled my hair, saying I had become naughty and mischievous.
Jenny didn't send any more messages. I could almost picture her lying in bed, cursing me with a vicious look on her face.
That night, Brad and I slept like babies.
In no time, it was Brad's birthday.
Just as we were about to start breakfast, the Mr. Pitt birthday planning group chat started blowing up with messages.
[I'm Number 0. I'm Number 0. Number 1, are you up? You gotta finish your part by 10:30.]
[Number 3, there's a change in the number of streamers; check the spreadsheet in the group.]
[Number 4, the color of the balloons needs to be spot on; pay attention to the color scheme. Brad's super picky about colors; don't screw it up.]
"Number 8, your job is lighting. Make sure the indoor lighting is on point."
These young folks, despite their busy schedules, had endless energy. They treated Brad's birthday like a major event.
The four of us sat around the dining table, eating breakfast and soaking in the youthful energy from the young crowd.
Strictly speaking, Mia, Yancy, and I were all young too; even Brad was still young.
But whether it was our upbringing or our personalities, the four of us, even at their age, were never this over-the-top.
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