Bad news

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I'm bad, bad news

The words stung me bad. I didn't know why it affected me immensely yet here I was sulking over this boy. Somehow this hurts more than Josh. At least josh apologised and genuinely likes me unlike John who was friction using me for no reason. Yet he wanted Josh killed? Makes no sense if he doesn't ike me.

I hear a couple taps on my window and see his face with a smirk. He takes a glimpse of my swollen eyes and his smirk turns to a frown. I go to shut the window quickly but he makes it in swiftly.

"What happened? Did he hurt you again?" he asked pretending to be concerned. What a good actor.

"You should of taken drama not music," I say in a snarky tone. My eyes wander to the floor so the tears dont rush out.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"You can drop the little act. I know you don't care about me," I mumble. He grabs my face and forces me to look at him.

"What did that loser tell you?"He grunts.

"Don't even blame him. He apologised to me. He loves me. You faked it all. For what? to get in my pants?". The words rush out of my mouth. I move away from his hands on my face look away.

"Y/n I don't understand. Just tell me what you mean." he sternly says.

"When you were on the phone I came by. I heard you talking. You said you were bored and thats why you're with me. You said you weren't using me but you are," the weeps came out my mouth.

"Y/n! that was just for him to do what I say. This sounds like a lame excuse but it's all true. if he knew I was falling for you, he would know my weakness. you would be put in danger. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt! Seeing you hurt on the hospital bed killed me," he says placing a hand on my face gently.

"Y/n you're my weakness," he softly speaks as butterflies enter my stomach which were swiftly abbreviated when his phone rings. He picks up.

"Not right now. I'm busy. You what? He's out of jail? Fuck sake," he smashes the phone on the floor. What happened? 

I drag him to the bed and make him sit down. His eyes are full of frustration. I sit on his lap and bring his eyes to mine. I can see the flames burning out.  

"John I'm falling for you too," I mention while placing a kiss on his forehead. His eyes shift to my lips and a lustful explosion of love sparked through our kiss. A heated make out session was brewed. 

His phone suddenly rings again but this time it was a message.

"I have to go," he immediately gets up and climbs out the window.

What the fuck.