Jules' pov
"You're so fucking delusional because he was never yours!" I screamed at him, anger making everything red around me.
He reached up and scratched my face and I screamed as his nails tore into my skin.
"Did you tell you he fucked me and loved every second of it? I bet he didn't, you gullible–"
I cut him off by kneeling harder on his stomach, aiming a punch in his nose that instantly bent my knuckle.
"As a matter of fact, he did. He told me about your desperate ass. I should've known you were a fake friend from the onset, how was I so blind? If you hated me from the onset; why the hell did you bother becoming my friend?!" I yelled and he screamed at me, scratching at my arms and I cried out painfully.
