Perfectly Imperfect | Breece ( DISCONTINUED )

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Blake's point of view

I woke up next to George, hungover as hell. I looked to him, he was sleeping nice and soundly. I looked for my phone but it was out of sight.

I lifted my left hand, and remembered, I'm fucking handcuffed.

- George. I said poking his face with my right hand.

- Hmmh. He moaned in response, turning around, carrying me with his movement.

- George, get up I need to call Reece.

- Blake? Do you not remember what happened? He groaned.

- No I don't actually.

- We hooked up. He said turning back around.

We hooked up. It echoed to the back of my mind and back.

- N-No, I wouldn't cheat on Reece.

- That's what sober Blake said, but you fucked me. He said, slightly opening his eyes.

- God fucking dammit. I sighed putting my hands on my face, carrying his right hand with me. He left his hand on my chest.

- Don't worry Blake, We'll fix this.

- Don't fucking touch me. I responded pushing his hand off me.

- Excuse me Blake, I'm just trying to help.

- You're trying to help? Are you fucking joking mate? You're the reason me and Reece are done! I yelled at him.

- Excuse me you did it with me! I didn't fuck myself! He shouted at me.

- Maybe you fucking should go fuck yourself you fucking ass! I yelled back trying to get out of the bed, forgetting I was handcuffed and fell to the side of the bed.

- Blake stop being a dick! We are both in the wrong!

- Fuck off.

- Can't, I'm handcuffed to your hungover ass. He said putting his hand up with mine.

- You're hungover too.

- Either way Blake, I don't think Reece even wants to talk to you.

- How the fuck do you know?

- He knows you cheated.

- How?

- I snapped him. He stated, making it sound like a question.

- You did fucking what? I growled climbing back onto the bed over him.

- I snapped him you giving me a blow job.

- George fucking Smith I will fucking smash my right fucking arm in your fucking face now.

- Rather your lips but okay go ahead.

- Ugh. I groaned falling next to him. Get up, I still need to talk to him. I continued.

- Fine. He said carrying me to his side of the bed.

I stood up, nearly falling back down, but I pulled him up with me. We walked to the living space where my phone was laying on the table. I ran over to it pulling George along with me as I took it and fell onto the couch with him.

I turned my phone on and saw "18 missed calls from Reecey💖". I open my phone and tried calling him back but he wasn't answering.

I opened twitter, and saw, He blocked me this time. But I was being tagged in some pictures of one of his tweets.