That Neko Kind Of Love (Boyxboy) (Hijack)

Chapter 1

"Hiccup please! I can explain!" The blonde haired girl pleaded as she struggles putting her clothes on from her spot.

Bent over my bosses desk.

"No Astrid! There is nothing that can be explained! It's pretty fucking clear too me!" I yelled as I stomped past Mr I steel your girlfriend and fuck her while your at work's secretary.

She looked shocked seeing my fuming face and tear filled eyes. "Hic-" she mutters but I rudely cut her off.

"Not now" I growled as Astrid desperately tried to stop me. Her clothes half on and her shirt not even buttoned up showing her lacy red bra. My favourite bra that she wore. But obviously it was his too.

How could my own girlfriend so this too me? Cheat on me with my own boss! My boss and I were friends! We hung out while off work.

But now I know it was just an act to hide the fact that he was having an affair with my girl- no my ex girlfriend.

"Please hiccup! I love you so much you can't do this to me!" Astrid screeches following me out to my car. I put my briefcase into the passenger side and walked around to drivers side after slamming the door. I turned to Astrid facing her with a disgusted look. She was crying. She's the one who was sad! It was her fault and she made this choice!

"Hiccup I know this w-was a mistake.. b-but please. I-I don't know what to do with out you. I-I'll st-stop having affairs with people I-"

"No Astrid! We are over! You should of thought about it before opening your legs to any fucking rich guy that asked! I knew there was something up and my father even warned me! Now, I know why." I threw open my car door, glaring at the woman I once loved and shared a home with. But that place was no longer home. It was just a house to me

"Get out of my sight Astrid. I don't love you any more and tell your new boyfriend that I quit."

My voice was hard and firm but sadness seemed to waver in my tone. Of course I was sad. Anyone who found out that their five year long partner has cheated on them would cry. And that's what I was doing.

Crying as I drove through city streets and along highways. I needed to get home. Pack my things and leave. I'll buy an appartment and live there till I find a new job.

My phone was blarring with messages and missed calls, but I ignored them. I needed no excuse as to why Astrid cheated. I needed no excuse as to why my boss fucked my girlfriend.

I would rather be in the shadows from the hidden affair.

Wonder how many times she has done this? It doesnt seem like she's only done it with him.

She was always a whore in high school. Why didn't I see how bad she was for me then? Surely I saw it at one point but chose to ignore it because I'm stupid and have no brain or comman scense of love.

If love was science I would understand. If knowing someone is a whore was maths I would ace that. But sadly it's all just confusing gibberish too me.

I sighed as I hit my steering wheel many times in rage as I stopped at a red light.

That whore! That whore! That whore!!
I stopped and panted heavily. I gave that girl everything. I paid for her things. I lavished her in love and affection like she wanted. I took care of her when she was sick and go shopping for her when she was on the devils week. But she goes ahead and totally ignored everything I do!

And to think I was going to propose to her soon. I thought she was the one.

I started to drive again turning on the radio so it blared out my stupid thoughts. I was just thinking about her. I groaned and shook my head. The songs on the radio wasn't helping either! There was just love songs and depressing songs. Where the fuck is fall out boy when you need them?

I switched the radio stations till I gave up, driving in silence with small murmuring voices in the background, talking about tonight's football or whatever game it is! I'm not very interested in sports. I've never been. It's art that I'm interested in. The way painters show their emotions through colours, shapes, swipes of the paint brush, to form one big masterpiece.

Just thinking of that made me think of my state. My masterpiece would be dark with blues and purples, greys and blacks. Everything would show how much I'm hurting right now.

After a while of driving I parked at the house and got out. Taking off my suit and putting on trackeys, along with a dark green t-shirt as I boot up my laptop.

Clicking onto Google I started my long search of an apartment, packing in between breaks. After what seems like years I finally found one! I smiled brightly and immediately started to set things up.

I was getting out of here as soon as I bloody can.

Stupid whore.