𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 y/n has to decide if she wants to decide whether 𝕠𝕣 not she wants to give Daniel a second chance or daniel is helpless in love with y/n, completely obsessed with her.
tw: drinking, depression, and mentions of self harm and suicide...
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| gas station girl
Y/N SMILED AS SHE WATCHED daniels chest rise and fall. She replayed last night, watching it over and over like her favorite movie. She couldn't get over how tight and protective he held her.
She was ready.
She knew that maybe giving him a second— maybe this was his third— chance could make her happier. You never know until you try.
"Your staring again," daniel smirked, his tired eyes opening up, "something on your mind?"
"Yes, actually," y/n smiled, drawing small circles into daniels chest with her finger.
"Mm, and what would that be?" Daniel grinned, pulling my body closer to mine, making me smile.
"That I'm re-" I was suddenly cut off by daniels phone. He cleared his throat, slightly waking up more.
"Can you hand me my phone?" Daniel asked, making me nod my head and turn around and grab his phone. I paused, seeing the contact name that was "Gas station girl"
"Mm, who's 'Gas station girl,' daniel?" y/n asked, knowing exactly who she was. She remembered vividly of the girl he was flirting with that the gas station a month or two ago.
"Um- no one."
"If it's no one, then why don't you answer it on speaker?" y/n asked. Daniel gulped and nodded, answering the call and putting it on speaker.
"Hey daniel."
"Um- hey?"
"I just wanted to say that we can meet up again today if you want? I had a lot of fun the other day and would like to go on another date."
Y/n took a deep breath, knowing that she messed up forgiving him. She should've known that this was going to happen.
"Well, 'gas station girl' he's already with someone else. Don't bother calling him again," y/n harshly replied, hanging up the call,
"Daniel, what the fuck!"
"I-"
"How many fucking girls are you seeing? Jesus Christ, daniel!" y/n rolled her eyes, sitting up in his bed.
