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don't tell ♡ g

wrote this on my nate maloley imagines but idc because i'm getting lit to this song rn. based off the song "don't tell nobody" by tink featuring jeremih.

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you groaned and threw a fifty dollar bill on the table, walking out of the restaurant grayson was supposed to meet you at an hour an a half ago.

you got to your car, unlocking it and throwing your purse in. your things in your purse flew everywhere. "what the hell." you looked at your phone. no texts from grayson. no calls. nothing.

you drove home to your apartment, hoping grayson would be there sleeping. walking in your apartment, it was dark and it was obvious no one was home. "way to fucking go, grayson." you spat to yourself.

fifteen minutes later, grayson walked in the door, slipping his black jacket off. "hm, so nice of you to show up." you spat.

"what are you talking about?" grayson asked, confused. "you know, our date. don't worry grayson, it's not a big deal or anything. i just sat there for two hours making a complete ass of myself." you sarcastically smiled.

"sorry baby. it totally slipped my mind. i was with ethan and alex." grayson looked down. "yeah, i'm sure it totally "slipped your mind" considering i called and texted you almost thirty times." you spit.

"my phone died. i didn't have a charger with me. i'm sorry baby-"

"no, you don't get to call me that. not after what you've done." your eyes started to tear up, considering how mad you were.

"what are you talking-"

"really! you're fucking cheating, grayson. you have never once missed one of our dates, it never just "slips your mind", your lips are swollen, you smell like sex, your hair is a mess, there's foundation on your shirt, oh! and let's not forget my favorite, there's a fresh purple hickey right on your collar bone." you pulled grayson's white shirt down, exposing his collar bone.

he looked at you no knowing what to say. "don't even try to lie to me. don't try saying you were with the bros, when you were out with a bitch. don't come home and lie to me like that." you walk towards him, making him back up.

"y/n, i'm so sorr-" grayson started but you cut him off. "no you aren't sorry! you aren't. if you were sorry you wouldn't have done it. it would have never happened." you yell.

"y/n, i don't know what to say." graysons eyes filled with tears. "you're going to start crying?" you ask.

grayson nods as a tear falls. at that moment you wanted to melt and hold him but he cheated. you couldn't give in. "how long?" you ask after about two minutes of silence.

"what?" graysons voice cracked.

"how long has this been going on?" you ask, not making eye contact with grayson.

grayson sighs. "it's been three weeks." grayson shook his head at his stupidness and put his head in his hands. "i'm so sorry." he seeped.

"i'm sure you told her you were sorry when you were late to her house, when you were actually late to our date." you spat walking away from grayson.

"get out." you spat.

"what? y/n, we can work this out!" grayson chased after you. "no we aren't going to work this out. it's done and over with. i thought i was the only one. how stupid of me right?" you asked.

"i wanna know who it was with." you throw a duffle bag at grayson.

graysons eyes filled up with tears, again. "c'mon grayson, spit it out! i don't have all damn-"

"it was chloe, okay!" he snapped.

your heart dropped to your stomach. chloe was grayson ex.

"it was her or me grayson. i told you that. guess you'd rather have her. go get her tiger, you are a single man after all." you wink.

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WHOOO

so i went to the doctor today and i had to get the ulcer in my eye checked, well the doctor was like "oh!" and i'm like "oh the ulcer shrunk?" ya know all hopeful. and he goes, "nope it just doubled. possibly tripled."

sO THEN THEY PROCEED TO TELL ME I MIGHT HAVE THIS DISEASE. so my ass is like....

me: can the disease kill me?

doctor: no, *dr like talk*

me: darn