Imagine

I Messed Up(7)

All I think about is Cara.

Cara.

Day and night she's always on my mind. She won't answer my phone calls or texts.

I can never have a happy ending. 

Lauren.

The only person I truly despise is Lauren.

That bitch just knows how to burn shit down. Why would she think springing into my life was a good idea?

"Y/N are you even listening?"

"Does it fucking look like I'm listening to you Jasmine?? I didn't come here to listen to your boy toy problems for christ's sake."

"Woah chill sis, you're getting mighty bold. I'm trying to talk about anything but Cara and this is how you treat me? If it wasn't for your dumb ass texting Lauren back in the first place we wouldn't be in this situation. If you had told me she cheated on you in the first place I wouldn't have told her where you were, that's your fucking problem. You never tell anyone anything and expect them to drop to their knees when you apologize. You need a big ass reality check because I'm not gonna sit here and watch you mope around all the damn time, you can't expect me to be your therapist everytime we hang out. I have a life too.I listen to your problems and you're gonna sit and listen to mine okay? Okay. Great talk."She ends her rant with a huff and a roll of her eyes.

"I didn't know having a life consisted of sucking dick on the daily. Being a hoe isn't having a life Jasmine."

"You weren't talking like that when you had girls leaving your room every morning doing the walk of shame through MY house if I recall, I never shamed you for doing what you did after you and Lauren broke up. I never said anything, but for you to straight up call me a hoe is wrong. At least I can keep people in my life unlike you, cause you just lost another one." With that being said she grabs her coat and purse and storms out of the kitchen slamming the front door on the way.

"Who needs people?"I mumble dropping my head onto the wooden table.

A/N:Yikessssss, I needa chill with all this cold-hearted shit like wtf, I NEED PEOPLE Y/N WYD HOE