See, the thing about jealousy is you really don't want to act on it. But somehow or other, it draws you in and you resist and fight but your strength only goes so far and you just... you do things you know you'll regret.
We'd been working another shift just the two of us. He'd been on his phone pretty much the whole time. Sometimes he would randomly smirk slightly at the phone, before quickly typing a reply and leaving it facedown on the table.
And when I craned my neck to see what he was doing, he carefully angled his phone away from me.
When he went to the bathroom, he forgot his phone on the counter. So I snuck over and I went through his messages.
I managed to not get caught this time...
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
