e d i t

chapter fouteen

Quick authors note and slight disclaimer, this story is rated mature but this chapter has a lot of swearing in it, so if you're too young to be reading that stuff, I won't be deemed liable.

Also, Eli is pronounced Ee-lie!

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eleven O' eight, Friday December eighth, twenty-sixteen

"Eli.." I huffed under my breath, quickly untangling my hand from Max's.

" 'the fuck is this." He asked, cautiously. I knew he was going to snap soon, I knew he was going to get angry and so I stood up, hands out.

Now was a good time as ever to tell him.

(But is it?)

It was.

(You love him)

And for once, I told my little inner voice to shut up, and it did, I gritted my teeth, preparing myself for what I was about to say. Max was now standing next to me, his hands shoved in his pockets, eyes pointing downwards.

"I- Eli I'm breaking up with you." From across the dining room I heard him gasp slightly,

"For- for him?"

"Yes, Eli."

"How long." He asked flatly,

"Eli-" I started,

"How fucking long, (y/n)"

I hung my head a little bit and muttered "a couple months."

"A couple months? A couple fucking months you've been cheating on me?" He yelled, hands clenched in fists hanging at his sides,

"Eli- please-"

"No, you told me this- he was 'just a friend'." He spat, sarcasm dripping off every word.

"And he was, nothing happened."

"If nothing happened then how the fuck-" he said, his voice cracking. "Did you decide I wasn't worth it."

"It's not- you're worth it Eli I just think that we should be seeing other people-"

I saw his jaw clench, and even though I was trying my best to speak with soft words, he looked the most angry I'd ever seen him. He started cracking up just then, laughing to himself and muttering words to himself, shaking his head back and forth, max and I shared a confused glance.

"Eli..?" I questioned,

"You always were a real bitch, you know." He muttered, kind of to himself.

And even though I felt like moving on, and even though I didn't love him quite as much as I used to, and even though I no longer wanted what I had with him, it didn't mean I never did. And his words brought me to the brink of tears,

"You don't mean that," I uttered, he was still laughing, only now he was stepping forwards slowly.

"You try not to be a bitch, but you are. I wish you good luck, fella. Dealing with her, I was the only one who was ever willing to put up with her," he said, his words like daggers, slicing through the air.

I looked at max, at him standing tall and his own fists clenching and unclenching by his sides.

"Max don't, he's just hurting." I muttered to him, with a long stare, he backed down and fell behind me.

"I thought you loved me," Eli whispered, hanging his head low, no longer laughing but more close to tears, he stopped walking and now was beginning to slump his shoulders.

"I- I did." I said stepping forwards a step,

"And I loved you," he whispered once again, "until now, when I find out you're really just a whore." He said, looking up at me, looking at the tears falling down my face mockingly. And they fell,

And they fell.

(Is that really how-)

(Is that really how he saw me?)

(All these years?)

(Just a whore no body else wanted?)

And a couple things happened in a blur, max was throwing his hand in front of me and pushing me behind him protectively and he was just seething with enough anger to match Eli.

I whimpered a little "max, don't," but it was quiet through the silent tears streaming down my face, and it must have went unnoticed by him, because he didn't back down.

"What did you just call her?"

"You heard me,"

"No, no I didn't. I'm genuinely curious as to what the fuck you just said-" max replied, calmly yet obviously a boiling cauldron of steaming rage.

"Max-" I tried again, though my voice only cracked and I felt useless. He glanced over his shoulder at me once, to make sure I was okay I guess, before turning back around.

"I called her a whore." Eli said,

"You don't deserve her," max whispered,

"Oh I don't?" Taunted Eli, a spark of amusement in his eyes. "I don't deserve the girl who cheated on me for some rando? I'm not worthy of that? Of being beaten out by- who even are you?"

I tried to walk past max but all he did was glance back at me warningly again and placed his hand in front of me, as if to say no. And before Max could answer, Eli was at it again.

"Oh I'll tell you who you are, fuckin' irrelevant. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to be taking (y/n) and going home,"

"No," said max,

"No?"

"You heard me, No."

"(Y/n)? Come on."

"No," I piped up.

"Oh that's right, you're a whore now, well that's just fine. Don't come home, don't expect me to spare your stuff either, because you're just a bitch," he snapped at me, smirking a little bit though I knew he was just hurting.

"That's fucking enough." Max muttered, and before I could stop him he moved forwards, looking ready to punch Eli, Eli walked forwards to meet him.

"Max!" I called out, and rushed to stand between the two, placing my hand on his chest. The eye contact between the two of them was intense, but after a second of lingering tension, max looked down at me, biting his lip. "Okay," he muttered,
"Okay."

And then I turned to Eli.

"Go, Eli. we're done and that's that,"

"(Y/n)?" He asked, his eyes now watering,

(Oh now he wants to be sad,)

"No Eli, go,"

And after a few minutes of him waiting for me to change my mind, and after a few minutes of me not changing my mind, he turned and left.

Oy.

Authors note
Guys 700! Omfg! I'm so so so happy! And yo so I learned I need glasses, also the eye drops wore off for those of you who saw my note, which now lead to this chapter being posted at 11:30 pm eastern time! (Better late than never?)

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As always, goodbye and goodnight, lovelies!

(Also next chapter is going to be pretty relaxed, because this one was dramatic! Tell me what you think is going to happen!)