≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
(Gifs used are from google images, so credit to their rightful owners!)
I also post these imagines on tumblr x
summary: after you and Jackie break up because she can't be open about her relationship, you're left to deal with your bitter ex.
warning/s: hints of homophobia but not really, just jackie being her closeted self.
author's note: finally got this one written after a million years! hope you like it :)
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Dating someone who was too afraid to be themselves was hard enough, but that person being both the most popular girl in your grade and the team captain of your soccer team was even worse. It meant I saw her everywhere, when hers was the last face I wanted to see.
Jackie Taylor was living in denial.
We'd dated for a whole year and, whether it was my teenage naivety or general absolute insanity, I truly believed she was the first and last girl I'd be with. Our relationship had been a secret to everyone and I didn't care, if it meant I still had her in my life. I assumed she'd eventually feel comfortable enough to come out with it. Oh, how wrong I'd been.
We shouldn't have worked on any level – she was stunning and confident and perfect and I was, well, none of that – but we did and I was in love with her. So, when she suddenly decided she couldn't do it anymore, it was a horrible shock. A hurtful one.
Fast forward past the screaming and arguing and inevitable breakup, I now found myself despising her for the way she treated me, and was forced to see her every day at school. If she wanted to live her life in denial, fine. But I didn't want to see it.
Especially when she got together with brainless Jeff Sadecki who'd been trying to get with her for the duration of our relationship. It stung when I saw them together the first time, making out in the hallway before class, barely two weeks after we broke up. But she didn't need to know that. As far as she knew, I didn't care anymore, just like she didn't.
I was certain I wouldn't move on, not as soon as she did anyway, but things started to look up when I met someone at a party after one of our soccer games.
Van – my best friend and teammate – and I were chatting with our other teammates, Taissa and Lottie, the three of them drinking as I stayed on water since I was the designated driver tonight. It was when I left to grab a drink when I met Lauren, a girl who went to the school of our rival soccer team. We got to chatting about the most random of things and I found myself stunned by her pretty smile and easygoing nature. And the fact that she was equally as flirty back had me forgetting all about Jackie, even for a moment.
We talked for a while, settling by the bonfire and getting to know each other better. It was only when I glanced around as I spoke of my teammates to her when I saw Van spinning in circles, beer in hand, and Taissa laughing at her like it was the funniest thing ever.
"I'm sorry, but I think I should go take my friend home," I said, glancing at my watch and seeing how late it was getting too.
Lauren followed my gaze and stifled a laugh. "Of course. That's more important."
