Not trying to be one of those ppl but... Read my book Living With A Jerk... Choose whatever age you want for this imagine (not too young😂)
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Grayson~
You and Grayson have been dating for 2 years now, going strong! You were currently at Grayson's house.
He has been acting awkward for a few days but you never bothered to ask why since he always tell you.
You were both sitting on his bed and he was shaking a little. You were on your phone but he started to irritate you so you asked, "is there something wrong? You've been like this for days."
"What? No of course not" he shakes his head.
"Ok-" he interrupts you, "well there is."
You raise your eyebrow, "okay what is it?" You turn your phone off and sit criss-crosssd in front of him.
"Okay um well, I'm not really sure of how to say this," his hands were shaking and he looked really nervous.
You grab his hand, "it's okay" you smile and he "smiles" back, you knew it was fake.
"Okay well, remember when I said I was going to the bar with Ethan?" He asked. "Yes" you responded back confused.
"Well we went and I got drunk" he pauses, "and well Ethan left early with Y/B/F/N (A/N: your best friend's name) and I was kinda there, at the bar alone." He laughs a bit but quickly stops.
"So I was pretty much wasted and I had no idea with what I was doing"
He didn't, did he? No he wouldn't. You thought in your head.
You could feel the tears coming but you weren't sure so they went away.
"And, there was this girl" he says. You look up at him.
"Gray you didn't" the tears were coming back.
"Uhhh" he stutters.
"No Gray no please don't tell me you did" a tear falls.
"Baby," he grabs your hand but you pull it away.
"I had no idea with what I was doing. I was wasted." He says.
You shake your head and wipe some tears. "This is some messed up joke right? Where's the cameras?" You laugh looking around.
You feel a hand grasp your chin. He turns you head to look at you, "there isn't any" he whispers looking down.
You smack his hand away and move back. You grab the closest pillow and cry into it.
You lift your head up and see your mascara stain. "Two years, two," you grab the pillow and hit him, "fucking," you hit him again, "years."
He grabs the pillow and takes it away from you. You collapse, you put your head in your hands and cry your heart out.
"Shhhh" he whispers hugging you. You push him away, "no don't touch me" you cry.
You grab the pillow again and scoot back again. Your breathing is heavy and you start to calm down.
"Why? Why Gray?" You whisper.
