Jason went to the bathroom and came back, seeing you on your phone, texting someone and smiling at your phone. He instantly gets annoyed and walks over to the couch, sitting beside you. "What the fuck is this? Who is this?" He asked angrily. "Are you kidding me? You two seem to be texting a lot. A lot. What aren't you telling me?" He asked. You said he was just a friend. "You keep lying to me. You keep telling me he's just a friend. See what happens. You keep fucking lying to me. I'm not dumb. Listen to me." He said, pissed. "I don't like it when you talk to other guys. I hate it. You're not going to text him anymore. Do you understand?" He said angrily, his jaw clenched. "I don't fucking care if he's your best friend." He said, his chest heaving. "You're trying to get me worked up. I know you are. I'm not doing this with you. You do this shit on purpose." He said, grabbing your neck gently but firmly. "Block him. Now."
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