Jealousy (Christopher)

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Dedicated to @misslittleprettyliar 


Y/N's POV

"CHRISTOPHER BRYANT VÉLEZ MUÑOZ!" I scream the highest I could slamming the door entering his home, I knew that his family wasn't home, so the only people that could hear me was the neighbours, and I don't really care about them (the author being the nicest person ever) I hear someone running and I see the one guy that I thought that loved me, Christopher.
"What happened?" he says with a worried voice.
"I KNOW THE THUTH!"
"What are you talking about?" he answered me as if he didn't know what was I talking about.
"I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME CHRISTOPHER!" I looked at his eyes when I sad this, and he tried to say something to me but I could see in his face that what I was saying was true.

*One hour later*

I went to my best friends house, Andrea's house, and she told all that a best friend would say, that I am beautiful and he his the stupidest person ever, that are many fresh fishes in the sea and that one was rotten, I laughed with this one, that I could get much better.

*One mouth later*

 I started to develop feelings for Zabdiel but I couldn't forget my feelings for Christopher. I still miss him. I miss his kisses, his hugs, the little things he did to make me feel like the only girl in the world. But that was before he cheated on me.

 I had to forget about him for real.  I needed a new boyfriend, I reached this conclusion two weeks ago. I already have a boyfriend and his name is Zabdiel de Jesús Colón.

We, me and Zabdiel, were walking through the park talking about what we want to  do in our lifes, and other things,  I was laughing at something Zabdiel said and at the corner of my eyes I saw a familiar figure. Christopher.

Christopher's POV

 I regret so much of cheating on her, I shouldn't have done that. I feel like I am a terrible person, maybe because that is what I realy am. And now, I'm jealous of my best friend, but it's not his fault, IT'S MINE. I know I'll regret this for the rest of my life...

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