Jake Paul Imagines

Chose Her

Jake came in to my room, uninvited. I just blanked him. "Can we talk?" He asked, I felt a burning in my throat as my eyes tried to fill with tears, but I resisted the urge. I didn't reply. "Y/N?" Silence. "Y/N FOR FUCK SAKE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU?" He suddenly had my attention, I looked into his eyes. "You have become so distant from me, you're always up in your room and we haven't spoken in days now." My anger boiled up. "You chose her. You chose her over me. You chose Erika over me. You chose to become distant. The moment you gave up was the moment you chose to lose what you had with me. So, don't you dare come into my room shouting and telling me I've become distant."

His reaction was shocking- he looked at me. "I didn't know you felt that way." He mumbled. "Fucking hell! You did! How many times can I tell you I love you and I want us to get back together, before you understand. You chose to move on, you chose Erika. Jake that was your choice and now it's too late. So, yes we are distant and no I don't want socialise, because I'm grieving. I'm grieving the loss of you Jake, so if you could please leave me alone." I sobbed, he almost reached out for my hand, but quickly drew back. "Y/N, please we can fix this and be friends..." I cut him off. "I don't want to be your friend Jake. You chose to give up on me, you don't get to flip the tables and choose you want us to be friends. Now, get out of my room." He didn't move. "I SAID GET OUT!" I screamed, he still didn't move.

I ran up to him and hit him, he stood there and took it. I hit him over and over again, grabbing him and pushing him. Tears blurring my vision. "Fine if you wont leave I will." I grabbed my keys off my desk and left my room. Everyone was pressed up against the door listening. "Shows over." I snapped, my eyes darted to Erika, who instantly took a step back. I raced down to my car and sped away from the house.