you sat at the desk vigorously writing your thoughts, you didn't even notice your boyfriend george glaring at you. he sipped his strawberry lemonade while he cleared his throat, your eyes meeting his darker ones.
"yes?" you remarked, raising a brow. he laughed, taking the pencil from you,
"what are you writing?" he questioned, looking down at your paper.
"just what i'm thinking. nothing important." you brushed it off, sighing a bit.
"come on now (y/n), i'm interested in knowing more about you babe. don't enclose yourself from me." he sighed.
"well, i'm writing about the time you fucked that whore gabriella, then julia, then stacey, then haley, then michelle, then nicole, then lindsay, then quinn, then miranda, then that girl tonya! oh and i can't forget my cousin, mira!" you barked while george's face grew red.
"babe- that was months ago." he replied while you shook your head,
"more like weeks ago! we're done."
"(y/n)!"
"no george! FUCK you for making me feel worthless! burn in hell." you spat
he began to cry while you got up, tossing your ring at his face, walking out of kinfauns permanently.
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
