More Than Friends?(Taron Egerton)

Cheat

Shit. Shit. Shit. What have I done? Taron you're such an idiot! I kissed Lauren while Sarah's probably at home waiting for me...

Or she's just buying some expensive shit, not giving a damn about me, either way, what I did is still wrong.

I hop into my car and drive home, very, very slowly. How will I be able to face Sarah knowing I cheated on her? As I see the house getting closer and closer I start to have a mini panic attack.

'Taron, you need to tell her. If this relationship was everything you've ever dreamed of and perfect, you would never have kissed Lauren. What does this tell you? Your relationship with Sarah is not worth being in, it was doomed from the start.' I think to myself.

I need to tell her, it's for the best. I made up my mind and as I turn into the driveway I see another car, one I do not recognize. I stop next to it and got out.

I go to unlock the door but see that it is already unlocked. I slowly open the door, not knowing who or what may be waiting for me inside. I walk to the living room area only to see a terrible sight in front of me.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" I yell out of fury. I see Sarah quickly pushing a brown haired bastard off of her. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! BOTH OF YOU!" I yell.

"Taron, I-" Sarah starts but I grab her by the arm and her curly ass friend by the hair. I pull them towards the door and shove them outside.

What the fuck? Is this what I get for kissing Lauren? Only a damn kiss? Fucksake man!

I slam the door shut in their faces and lock it. I run upstairs and gather all Sarah's belongings. I opened my bedroom window and shove it all out there.

"TAKE YOUR SHIT AND NEVER COME BACK!" I yell out of fury. I close the window with force and hit the wall. I kicked the cupboard and threw the lamp next to my bed. I'm fuming.

I went downstairs to grab a glass of water to cool me down before I explode. The water spills little by little as I try to hold it steady in my hands but they're shaking too much.

I know I kind of cheated on her too but hers is way worse. I mean she has the balls to sleep with some guy in MY damn house, on MY fucking couch. I cannot handle it, seriously!

Soon enough I hear a car engine start and I peek out of the living room window. The took off, good grief, I swear I would've done unspeakable things to them if they had left a minute later than they did.

I fall back onto the couch and stare at the ceiling. I closed my eyes in hopes of calming my heart because it feels like it might pop out of my chest and pomp away.

Soon I drift off into a deep sleep.