jiley/ trittany short stories

Torture: trittany

A/N: before I start i just want to say how thankful I am that I have reached 1k reads. All the comments about how I'm such a good writer honestly makes me smile so much, so because of that here's a extra long trittany oneshot for all my loves xoxo izzy
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It was torture to her.

Seeing him and his girlfriend all loved up everyday on set, made her throat burn and her heart to drop to her stomach.

Seeing the one you're deeply in love with hold hands, kiss and hug someone else all the time definitely doesn't make you smile. It makes your stomach churn and your breath to get caught in your throat.

They seemed to always be around her, like they wanted to see her suffer.
Like they enjoyed watching her eyes go glossy and her lip turn inside her teeth.

She tried to convince herself there was no chance of them ever dating.

But she couldn't help it.

She adored every inch of him.

Like how he towered over her due to her height and the way his gorgeous, brown eyes stared into her own.
The way he grasped her firmly during dances, like he was so focused on making sure her delicate frame didn't break.

But inside it was breaking.

Everyday a little part of her heart got destroyed when the pair walked in, hand in hand.
He would walk to hair and makeup and tell her he loved her and then pull her in for a sweet, short kiss.

She would then walk off with a bright smile on her face, making sure to brush past Brittany on the way.

Darian knew exactly how Brittany felt towards Trevor.
It was obvious.

She would always catch Brittany watching them and then sigh and look away.

She never spoke of it to her, but made sure to show her despise towards her through little actions.

And it hurt Brittany a lot.

She would go home everyday in tears.
Her heart aching and her legs weak.
It was too much for her to handle.

It felt like thousands of little knifes were being stabbed into her heart at once.

She would lie on her bed, her body numb and hot tears rushing down her cheeks. 
She would occasionally scroll through photos of her and him on her phone.
Going through edits and tweets she had saved or favourited.

But constantly reminding herself about him just made her love him even more.

She would always contemplate about texting him, asking to hang out. But she was more than certain that he was hanging out with her.

Until she finally plucked up the courage and texted him.

To Trevor from Brittany
Hey Trev, sorry if i am interrupting anything but are you up for a coffee around mine?

To Brittany from Trevor
Sorry Brit but I'm actually out right now, how about another time?

Brittany didn't answer after that, her tears were blurring her vision.