cheater (i cried)

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i was making crafts and i looked at my boyfriend jim from across the street, i saw another girl, but i thought it was just a friend of his. so i zoned out into the night sky and thought about how happy i was that jim won his game. i blocked out and next thing you know, i saw the girl taking off her shirt, ending up in only her bra and undies (i hate that word 💀💀) and got on top of jim and they began making out. my tears formed so quick when my mom bursted in to make sure i was fine, because i was silent. "y/n are you fine? and what are you looking at?"  she said. he got up to close the blinds, when he saw me bawling. "mom please leave." i screamed. she left without hesitation and shut the door. i saw jim leave the room and the hotel and ran to my room and level. i was wailing so badly i didnt even notice somebody came in. it was him. "babygirl, im sorry. i never ment to hurt you." jim said. he bent down to come hug me and i pulled away. "dont touch me you fucking betrayer! i loved you, jim. and you cheated on me, with that whore? honestly fuck off." i yelled. jim lifted my chin up and wiped my tears away. he gave me a kiss on the cheek afterwards, and it was one that showed love and he later stood up and walked by thr window making sure that girl would see us . "y/n, i would never do anything to you, ever. i just froze. i love you so much. please come here and give me a hug atleast, you probably wont dare to give me a kiss anyway." he said. i walked over to him and gave him the biggest kiss ever. "whats her name?" i asked. "dont worry about it, its you and me now." and we started to make out. i pulled away to talk to him and just sit on the bed with him. "i love you." i said. "i love you too. come here, i wanna cuddle." i thought he wanted to hug me, but instead he stuffed himself into my chest and we ended up going to sleep.



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