~Imagine~
You wanted some attention. That's all, you didn't mean for it to go that far. All you were doing was flirting but the glare from Tom was ignored by you.
"What the hell are you doing?" He grinds his teeth as he pulls you away.
"I'm just having a good time," you reply.
"Y/N, you're my girlfriend not some cheap girl at the bar so start acting like it," he spits out.
"D-did you just call me a cheap girl?" You ask obviously shocked.
"Y/N, you're acting like one," he says.
"You did not just imply that I was acting like a prostitute," you state angrily.
"You know what for get it," Tom says trying to calm himself down before it got worse.
"I can't believe you," you shake your head.
" Y/N-" he starts.
"No, I've had enough Tom. You're gone for months at a time and when you're here, you barely give me any attention. Then you have the audacity to compare me to a prostitute. You know what, we're through, I can't do this anymore," you say, going through a range of emotions from anger to hurt to sadness.
With all that you walk out at your eyes start to water. You leave and end up at your friends house.
