"Jake?". You call as you stand inside the Team 10 house. You drop your purse and car keys on a side table and tug of your shoes that we're currently trying to give you blisters. You then take off your jacket, well Jakes. Only to reveal a Grey Jake Paul signature that you had paired with your favorite plum purple shorts. The house is oddly quiet and you begin to get suspicious.
"Jake?" you call again, "You home?" (I wonder what he's up to because he's usually here by now.) His car was in the driveway so obviously you knew that he had to be up to something. You make your way into the kitchen and then open the fridge to reveal your favorite smoothie in your favorite cup. You took a sip of it and tried continuing to track down the rest of the team 10 members. You then decide to head upstairs, because no-one seemed to be on the first level. You took your time heading up the stairs, scrolling through your Instagram and sipping your favorite smoothie.
"Jake" you call again.
You then head upstairs to your shared room with your younger brother Paul.
"Jake"..someone says from the other side of the door and you freeze, because you thought that your so called "boyfriend" was perfect for you.
You then see your so called "boyfriend" cheating on you with his ex, Alissa. The door isn't locked and it is slightly opened so you see everything that they do. You then start to feel tears escape down from your eyes as you watch Alissa wrap her arms around "Jake". And then you snap. "I CANT BELIEVE YOU JAKE, YOUR CHEATING ON ME WITH YOUR EX, NO WONDER I WASNT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!
Y/N, it's not what it looks like. Jake tried to say, pushing Alissa out of the way. "Well it looks like you've been kissing your ASSISTANT and CHEATING ON ME. I can't believe you. After all that we've been through after two years.
Y/N, Jake yells/runs after you. You were quickly about to get in your car, until "Jake" stops you. You knew that you looked like a mess. Your mascara was probably running.
"Y/N" please! Just let me explain.
"We're done Jake". You say simply, before slamming the door shut, and quickly driving out of the driveway, to never see that place again.
