he was expressionless. from the moment you had gotten into the car, on your long drive home, he was expressionless. he didn't make a sound, he didn't move. he wanted to know everything that had gone on between you and eric clapton at that party.
"you know, (y/n), why would you let him kiss you?" george whispered, his voice alluding a bit of anger in it.
"i-it was an accident! it just happened georgie." you stammered. and, the truth was, it did just happen. it was an accident. but george didn't care.
"BULLSHIT!" he boomed, "you know how i am around and about him! you know that sometimes i feel a bit lesser than him and you turn around and kiss him?! why?! just why?!" he cried.
truth was, you couldn't answer his question. you just couldn't. you sighed to yourself and here was where george blurted out 5 words no one wants to hear;
"i don't want you anymore."
it was like your world had stopped as you glanced at him, the tears falling, "w-what?" you repeated.
"you heard me (y/n)! i don't want you anymore!" he shouted as you burst out into tears,
"you're going to dump me because i accidentally kissed your nemesis?!" you barked as george looked at you through hooded eyes,
"get the fuck out of my car. you were flirting with him the entire party! i watched you!" he screamed as you both went back and forth.
"fine! whatever." and with that you exited his car and hitched a ride to a hotel.
YOU ARE READING
the beatles imagines
Randomjust a great big book of imagines of our four favorite mop top boys!! there will be sad ones smutty ones fluffy ones horrific ones anything basically
