Perfectly Imperfect | Breece ( DISCONTINUED )

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Reece's Pov.

- Excuse me? I shout.

- After what I heard about you, you don't seem to love Blake as much as you claim.

I look to Blake who bit his bottom lip knowing I'm about to rant.

- Okay, hold the fuck up, what the hell do you know about me?

- Seems like you love that Barbie Bitch more than Blake.

- Okay, for one, Lena isn't a "Barbie Bitch", two, I love Blake and she is just a cover up.

- Whatever bro, I just wanted to know if Blake was busy.

- "Whatever bro". I mock. Blake is busy with me.

- Is he? Is he really?

- Yeah he really is so back off won't you?

- I won't. He says hanging up.

I look to Blake, and he saw the unimpressed expression I had on my face.

- I want you to stay away from him. I say with a serious tone.

- Reece, he's just a friend.

- Oh, oh no, don't tell me that bullshit. Just a friend. I think we both know how that's gonna end. Blake, you're mine.

- You're just overreacting Reece.

- Overreacting? I'M OVERREACTING? NO I AM NOT! BECAUSE LOGAN IS A FUCKING CHALLENGE TO ME! I yell starting to cry.

- Reecey Baby, There is no competition. I already chose who wins. He says pulling me towards him.

- Stay away from him. I'm serious. This is not me saying it to you. It's an order. I say firmly.

- Yes Reece. He looks to me and smiles.

It was silent for a few minutes.

- What did you tell him about me?

- what do you mean?

- Well, he didn't just assume that I apparently don't love you. You must've said some things. I say looking to him.

- It was when we were at the theaters together. All of us. With the twins. And I told him shit was complicated between us. I never said anything about you not loving me.

- Why do I feel like you're fucking lying to me?

- Why do I feel like you're not trusting me and believing some jerk that wants me? He snaps back.

Then George walked in to solve all of this.

- Your shoes. He says tossing them to Blake. Don't let her eat them this time. He laughs picking Gyukamole up.

- So what are we doing today? George asks falling on the couch next to me.

- We can film a cover? I say looking to him.

- Of what song? George ask.

- Iris. Blake says eyeing me as he sat on the floor.

- By the Goo Goo dolls? George asks.

- Yeah, I like that song. Blake looks to me.

- Seems like an idea. George smiles.

- How about we live stream? I say not wanting to sing the song I danced to, with Blake.

- Why don't we do a following spree? George says.

- Why don't we all hang out? Blake responds.