Pete, The Asshole (Pete Wentz X Reader)

From Sobs to Screams

((Pete's POV**))

Tears fell from my eyes after she stormed out. I wasn't much of a crier but Y/n, she made me emotional. I decided it was best to let her think it out. She needed to think and clear her head realize I wouldn't hurt her.

Ring!

My phone began to chime. Patrick?

I sniffled, trying to sound normal, "Hello?"

"You're an asshole, Pete!" He yelled.

"What the hel --"

"Don't you fucking dare. Listen, you fucked up big time, you'll never live this down. Ashlee, Pete? Really? Well, guess what, you just pushed your girlfriend away big time. She got shit-faced drunk at the bar Joe works at and now she's at some guy's house! His name's Josh and you're NOT going to get mad at her if anything happens with them tonight because you CHEATED ON HER WITH ASHLEE, YOU DICK. I CAN'T BELIEVE I TRUSTED YOU NOT TO HURT HER --"

"SHE'S WITH WHO?"

"Don't change the subject, Pete!"

"I'm not! We just broke up 2 hours ago and she's already with someone else?! YOU DON'T THINK I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE UPSET ABOUT THAT?"

"No, I don't, Pete. She trusted you. We all trusted you. You don't deserve to be upset when you cheated on her."

"I didn't cheat!"

"What?"

"I didn't cheat, 'Trick!"

I explained what happened to Patrick, trying to maintain my composure. She was at another man's house. She could be in his bed. He could be fucking her right now. Making her whimper underneath him like I do. Screaming his name like she did for me just last night. Sweaty and hot. My beautiful Y/n except she's with another man.

"I'm sorry. Then, who took that picture?"

"I have no idea. That's not really the problem right now, what about Y/n? Where is she?"

Patrick let out a sigh, "Who knows? She'll be at Joe's tomorrow though. Wait it out a few days, Pete. Give yourself some time. Give her some time. I'll keep you updated."

We said our goodbyes and I flopped onto our bed.

I woke up the next morning without Y/n. My arms felt empty. I felt empty. Why did this have to happen? I pushed my face into the mattress, gripped the sheets, and screamed.

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((Your POV**))

I was screaming into Josh's pillow, sobbing. I screamed and screamed until my voice turned raw.

I sat criss crossed on Josh's couch, he patted my back while I let out mixed screams and sobs.

"You'll be okay," He whispered.

I sniffled and looked up, "I know."

Knock knock.

It was Joe.

"You ready, Y/n?" He asked from the doorway.

I nodded my head and wiped my eyes.

"You can keep the clothes. Don't wear them too much anyway," Josh smiled.

I took a pen and a slip of paper than I found next to his trash can.

"Here's my number. Please text me. I'll need it," I said, letting one last year fall.

"Okay. Bye, Y/n. Bye, Joe."

Joe placed a hand on my back as we walked out.

((Josh's POV**))

What an odd night. Y/n gave me her number though so I guess it wasn't completely weird.

I lied. I gave her my favorite basketball shorts and my favorite shirt. I wanted to see her around town in it.

I liked her. Maybe if things didn't work out with this Pete guy, I could ask her out. Yeah, I like that idea. I should text her.