Living With You

Chapter 3

AN: I've decided I can't stand making up names for the chapters so I'm not doing that anymore.

       That afternoon when I woke up, (I'm not sure what day i started it on if i even did, so its Saturday) I smelled burning food. I went downstairs in a hurry to check what was going on. Upon surveying the area, I discovered something I wish I never saw. Downstairs, I found Marc and my dearest mother against the refrigerator. They weren't kissing or anything, but the look she gave him - someone that was not my father - made me turn away shivering almost. 

       I went back upstairs, put on a hoodie and sweats, grabber mom's key and went to Denny's. I couldn't be in that house at the moment. It might sound a little bitchy, but he wasn't my dad and I still wasn't used to him or the divorce. I haven't even met his son, who apparently knows me. 

       Getting to Denny's I put in my headphones, my hair was in a messy bun, I looked like I just came from a party. The fact that my make up was smeared, was not helping. 

       I sat at a random table. I put my head down, waiting for the waiter. One arm was in front of me, the other holding my phone in my face. I was going to go to the bathroom when I heard a familiar name and voice. One was the head cheerleader Sarah and the other was my boyfriend, Mr. Jay Taylors.

"Oh my god Jay, you're so funny!" Am I missing something? She was louder than my music.

       Now, I was in ninja mode. If I'm getting cheated on, I'm going to beat her ass, and get Brandon or Emma to beat his.

       I sat up and turn my music off. I was handed a cup of water by my waiter, who said she'd be back to take my order.

"Thanks Sarah, my god, you're beautiful." What in the actual fuck?

       She just giggled, stupid, ugly bitch.

"I was wondering, baby would you mind coming to my house?" I could her the smile in her squeaky voice. I'm gagging.

"Yeah sure, whatever for you beautiful." No, I'm beautiful, you said she was ugly!

I heard a kissing sound and decided I was done with this. I thought about going over there (they were in the booth behind me) and cussing him out, but instead I texted him to see what he'd say.

Hey babe! Where are you?

I'm at home, missing you. :(   This fucking idiot.

Really?  Maybe I should come over ;)

No, it's okay. I love you.

Mhm. :)

"Baby, who was that. Was it that bitch Mak?" Excuse you, bitch?

"She's not a bitch and yes."

"Well she's a idiot, you're mine. Have been for the past 4 months! When are you breaking up with her?" She whined.

"I don't know! Give me time."

4 months! That means this started on our 2 year anniversary. That hurt, but mostly made me angry.

"How about right now," I cut in.

I got up, with my cup of water, and poured it on his head. I through the cup at her, landing on her right implant.

"Jay Taylors, a big Fuck You goes to you for wasting 2 and half years of my life. Have a shitty day." 

As I tried going back to my table the waiter came back.