"What the fuck, Cassie?" He stood there, clenching the journal in his hand, his eyes wide open. It was evident he was on the verge of bursting out any second. "What?" I replied calmly, reminding myself that it was okay and that I didn't give a flying fuck.
"Y-you cheated?" he asked, jaw clenched.
"It was before we got back together," I clarified, maintaining my composure.
"You love a girl?" he pressed, his tone heavy with disbelief.
"Talking about that, I didn't appreciate the way you invaded my personal space. You know what, Joshua? Taking you back was the dumbest thing I could've ever done, and I sometimes even laugh at myself for it. I thought you had changed, but you haven't changed a bit," I replied. He stood there, waiting for me to continue, prompting a heavy sigh from me. "Also, I'm bisexual. And yes, I love a girl. What about it?"
"I'm your boyfriend," he declared, frustration evident as he threw the journal across my room.
"Were," I corrected him. "You were my boyfriend."
"You're dumping me again?" His voice began to tremble.
"Isn't that obvious? You're insufferable," I replied, my patience wearing thin. Tears started streaming down his cheeks, and it was becoming apparent that he was resorting to a dramatic display of emotions, a familiar tactic he used everytime I had doubted him.
"No, you can't do that!" he yelled, his protests filled the room.
"Yes, I can," I asserted.
"No! It should be me dumping you, not you dumping me," he insisted. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement. How was he so utterly oblivious, and how had I ever loved this guy?
"Don't laugh; it's not funny."
"Get out," I said, managing to control my laughter.
"What?" he stammered.
"I said, get out, Joshua."
"No, you can't do that to me!" he protested, wiping away his tears.
"I absolutely can. This is my house," I retorted.
"I love you—"
"Well, I don't. So please, just go."
"You're going to regret—"
"You are literally the dumbest guy I've ever come across, and I'm not afraid of you at all. So, you better get lost," I retorted, refusing to entertain any threats or manipulation.
As he stood there, his expression a mix of anger and hurt, I remained steadfast in my decision. "This is not up for negotiation, Joshua. I need you to leave," I asserted, my tone unwavering.
He hesitated for a moment, seemingly contemplating his next move. Finally, with a resentful glare, he stormed out of the room. The weight of his presence lifted, leaving me with a sense of relief.
In the aftermath, I took a deep breath, reclaiming the space that was rightfully mine. With each passing moment, I could feel the weight lifting, and a genuine smile crept onto my face.
PUSSY SANDWICH
millie: what happened??????
jessie: wtf? why would he do that!?
hello guys
millie: what HAPPENED?
jessie: exactly same question.
i'm single again😒😫😢
millie:WHAT
jessie: YAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAY
millie: shut up Jessie,can't you see the cry emoji she is clearly upset 😒🤔😖😖
jessie: my bad ladies😍😍😍how are u feeling cass cass
he is so insufferable, he cried,again.
jessie: what a pussy.
millie: what a baby.
shut up pls
millie:does he know?
jessie: does he about Hazel (ur wife)?
yeah i told him i am bi😍😍😘😘👍👍👌👌
jessie: wohooooooooo 😍😍😍✌️✌️😎😎
millie: slayyyyyyyyy😊😊😊
jessie: ❌🍆🤢
real😊👌👍😘😘
jessie:🍑🍒😍😜😮💨👌👌
😍😍😍🤞
jessie:🏳️🌈🌈🏳️🌈🌈🏳️🌈🌈
millie: you guys are scaring me with these emojis pls stop
😒🤦♀️👍😘😋
I sat on my bed, laughter bubbling up as I read through the texts. Putting my phone aside, I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling with a contented smile. "I like girls," I giggled, playfully kicking my feet in the air. The realization settled in, and I couldn't help but express it. "I love Hazel so much," I declared, tossing the pillow to the ground.
Shyness enveloped me as I avoided catching my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were ablaze with a deep blush, and my smile stretched impossibly wide. The revelation of my feelings had transformed the room into a sanctuary of joy.
However, a sigh escaped as I acknowledged the reality—she might not feel the same way. It was a moment of reflection, contemplating the next steps to navigate these newfound emotions. "But I need to do something about it," I whispered to myself, determined to address the lingering question marks in my heart.
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(i kinda wanna kms cuz this book is so corny and 13 year old kid writing a plot coded lmao)
