Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

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"Get out."

Your hand cupped the side of your check, soothing the stinging, burning feeling.

"Baby I'm-" He attempted to slur, reaching the same hands that hit you, out for comfort.

"I'm not your baby. Get the fuck out of my apartment. Now." You almost screamed, your voice corse as hot tears welted in your eyes.

"Your being dramatic. I'll aim for the toilet next time," He stumbled disobeying you by plopping on the couch, dropping his flask.

This was the first time your boyfriend's gotten this drunk, and hit you. And it was certainly the last.

"You think I care if your drunk!? I swear to god if you don't leave my apartment right now." You push him with all your strength to the front door.

"Oh so you can be the whore you are and call other guys over?" A wind of the stench of alcohol blew on you as he chuckled, watching you struggle to open the front door.

"Boy if you don't shut up and leave-" you balled your fists, angry that you couldn't get him out of your doorway.

"I bet you give every guy on this floor head, especially the one next-"

You bent back building power before hooking him on his temple with a heavy grunt.

His eyes fluttered before he fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Your knuckles throbbed as you shook your hand loose.

"I'm not a whore, you piece of shit." With a hard kick to his side he grimaced, A metallic taste in your mouth formed, as you made muffled sobs.

"Jesus Christ (Y/N)" he winced clutching his side.

Doors clicked, and footsteps sounded near you.

"Is this guy.. um...bothering you?"

"Is everything okay (y/n)-- holy crow she knocked him out!" Another voice said, but you ignored it.

"Six months, six god damn months, I've been nothing but loyal." You cursed, pointing a finger.

"Maybe you should get her inside man."

"For sure."

"I took a chance on your ass. You go out with the guys for one night, and now your slapping me for telling you to clean up your piss?!"

"I'll take care of him."

A firm hand gripped your waist, and started to pull you through your door.

"You drove home, so your clearly not that wasted." He groaned in pain, but you still weren't satisfied as the door began to close.

"Your clothes will be in front of the door tomorrow morning, but that's the closest your ever coming near me again." You finished, as the guy closed the door, standing in front of it.

You broke down as you saw who it was, embarrassed and angry at your self for being stupid enough to carry on the argument in front of your neighbour, Miles Teller, and his  friend Jared Leto.

You knew Miles ever since he moved in 2 years ago. You tried dating but it was you realized a that you were better as friends. You were close, and it always bothered your boyfriend.

Jared had been coming over practicing lines often since him and Miles started working on a film a couple weeks ago. He was very attractive and mysterious, and was strictly way out of your league.