michaels pov
I crawled into bed. Dylan was downstairs catching up with all of the boys.
I dialed my girlfriend Melissa on the phone.
"Michael. where the fuck have you been all day! I've been trying to reach you for hours!" she yelled into the phone.
I sighed, "Melissa.. I- I.. stop. I can't do this anymore."
"what do you mean?"
"us.. we're over."
I could hear her fake sobs, "Michael.. what did I do !?"
"it's not you.. it-it's me." the oldest and most used break up line.. even though it wasn't me, it truly was her.
I hope she doesn't get suspicious.
"I'm sorry, babe. hope we can still be friends." I mumbled.
"don't call me babe! who the fuck is it?" she yelled, "who's the girl you're leaving me for?"
I knew she'd find out.
"her name is Dyla-"
"Dylan!? the girl that left you for months?! you're leaving me for that trash! fuck you Michael!!" she shouted hanging up the phone.
well I'm fucked, I thought to myself, well actually.. me and Dylan are fucked. we can't be together with her in the way. should've known, I'm so dumb.
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oooh wow another shitty update!
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