perfect storm | bobby skeetz

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dylan stands in the doorway, he had been eavesdropping on the conversation bobby and i were having. he walks towards us.

"you fucking kissed him? is this a joke?" he raises his voice.
"dylan please, let me explain. it was when we were broken up okay?" i say calmly, trying my best to not create a scene in the dressing room while taylor was on stage singing lover.
"we were on a break."
"i was vulnerable okay, you left so suddenly and i wasn't thinking prope-"

"wait wait wait. you kissed him the DAY we broke up?!" dylan was starting to get really angry now, sure i'd seen him mad at me before seeing we fight all the god damn time but it was never this bad. somehow every fight we had lead back to bobby.

"dude it's not all her fault okay." bobby speaks up, dylan ignores him.
"god mags i knew you were still in love with your ex but i didn't think you were gonna be such a slut about it." he looks at me with nothing but disgust in his eyes. i back away, not believing the words i was hearing out his mouth.

"what the fuck man? don't talk to her like that." bobby steps forward, improving his posture. he was a lot taller than dylan and easily towered over him.
"please! don't even get me started on you, you're the whole reason this is all happening. there would be none of this stupid kissing if you just listened to me in the first place and fucked off and left us alone." dylan says shoving him backwards. i stand between them and place my hand on dylan's chest to get him to back off.

"you told him to do what?! dylan oh my fucking god you are doing too much for a two month relationship, would you just chill?" i yell at him with aggravation.
"fuck off how can any normal guy be chill about his girlfriend being around her ex boyfriend 24/7, who she clearly isn't over since she has two whole crappy albums about him. you can't have both mags. you're a spoilt brat, you know that? just like his parents said you are" my face drops.

"you listened in on the whole fucking thing?" i shove him, i can't even begin to explain how much rage i felt towards him in this moment.
"and? they were right about everything they said you know." he sneers pushing me off him, looking from me to bobby.

"i said don't talk to her like that." bobby looks at him with the same disgust dylan felt earlier.
"excuse me?"

"go fuck yourself dylan."
"no, you know what bobby. why don't you go fuck yourself?! i can talk to her however i want she's my girlfriend. not yours. and kissing her dad's ass 24/7 isn't gonna change that. when are you going to get over it man. when are you gonna get into your thick skull that at the end of the day she chose ME. not you, me." dylan taunts, standing closer to him.

i open my mouth to speak up and defend him but he beats me to it, sending his fist into the side of dylan's face. i looked at bobby in shock, it may not have been the first time i'd seen him punch someone but it was the first time i was the reason why.

dylan regains his balance after stumbling backwards, touching his nose that now dripping with blood. he looks up at the boy in front, not wanting to admit he now felt a little intimidated by him. i looked down at dylan's blood stained fingers that had started to curl into a fist, he brings his arm up into the air ready to retaliate but i stop him as quickly as i could.

"dylan, that's enough!" i shout at him, pushing his arm back down.
"the fuck? why me? he's the one who punched me in the fucking nose!" he whines. i move backwards, standing next to bobby.
"and? i'd let him do it again." i could see bobby stood beside me, smirking down at me.
"fuck you." dylan spits at me, making bobby flinch with his sudden actions and moving his body in front of mine.

"we're done. for good." i say folding my arms. dylan rips his lanyard off defeated and storms out the room.
"insecure wank."

when he leaves the room, i exhale a breath i didn't realise i was holding. i looked down at my phone, realising i had to be ready to join taylor on stage in just under 10 minutes and i hadn't changed.
"fuck." i mutter under my breath, grabbing my stuff and starting to tear up at the stress i was facing.