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—Grayson—
I came home last night pissed as shit.

I can't believe she would do something like that to hurt me!

Through these four years with her, this is the one time she's really gotten to me, and hurt me badly.

She may not know it, but I do care for her.

The reason I don't want her to be friends with that piece of shit, is cause way back when, we were friends. I was just out of high school, same as him. Our parents introduced us to each other. He is a musician, and I'm an actor, so we clicked cause we're both in Hollywood. I had a girlfriend of two years back then. She became friends with him as well. It would always us three hanging out and having fun. Our favorite thing, was having bonfires and Shawn singing with his guitar.

Back to the story, one night I decided to go to her house, to surprise her for our anniversary. I get to her house, and notice the door was open. I walk in, suspicious why it would be open. I walk deeper in the house, and hear screaming and moaning. I think she's in trouble, so I rush up the stairs to her room. I make it to her room, and open the door. I instantly hear, 'Fuck, Shawn, faster. I can take it, I swear. Harder, baby!' My heart dropped beneath the surface at those words, and that sight. I will never forgive him, nor her.

For this sole reason, I don't want Jane anywhere near him. I can't bear to lose anyone else to that Canadian asshole, piece of shit. You may think I love Jane, but I don't. The fear of losing someone to him again, haunts me everyday. Even if I don't like the girl, I don't want to lose her to him.

Since I didn't want to be with Jane, I slept on the couch. I had Penelope and Piper set up the living room for me. I'm grateful  for them, even if Jane shit talks me to them.
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I woke up that morning with the biggest headache. I go to the kitchen, and search for a Tylenol. "Good morning, asshole." I hear behind me. It's her.

"Thought you didn't want to talk to me?" I ask her, trying not to let the pain take over me entirely.

"My mom told me to be polite. Consider it a courtesy." She gives me a wry smile.

"Cool." I change the subject. "Where's the Tylenol?"

"Look for it." She says, and goes back to eating. I sigh, and continue to look. I'm not in the mood for arguing this early in the morning.

I find it, and prep a cup of water, so I can swallow it down.

"Careful, don't want you overdosing or choking on it." She says sarcastically, as the pill goes down my throat, and into my system. I drink my water, and put it in the sink.

"Can you stop? Please? Like honestly, I'm done with it. So done with it, and you're making it very hard for me to not try and retaliate." I tell her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're talking to me?" She asks oblivious to the fact I was speaking. "Sorry, I have this thing where I tune you out, whenever you speak." I shake my head.

"I'm done with you." I tell her. "I have a meeting later, bye."

"I've been done with you." She calls out, as I'm halfway up the stairs.
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—Jane—
I came back from a workout, and decided to have some penne. It's my cheat day, fuck off.

I'm eating it while I scroll down my Insta feed. I hear a sudden ring at the doorbell. I expected the maids to open it, but I remembered I let them have the rest of the day off for their hard work. I wipe my mouth, and go open the door. I see Shawn, and I'm shocked. "Oh, hey, Shawn." I smile.