It felt like my heart had stopped beating.
Like every bit of life was being drained out of me. I saw Jackson's ring on the floor, and mine became so tight all of a sudden, as if it was trying to cut my finger off.
Jackson was pressed against the sofa, with Chris on top of him. He was kissing him very passionately.
As they became acknowledged of me in the room, Chris got off him really fast. His hair was really messy and Jackson's lips were red and swollen.
"Why?" was all I could say.
My eyes were burning as I eyed both of the men.
"Why would you kiss him?" I whispered, letting the tears fall onto my cheeks. I picked the ring up and put it in my finger.
"Mark, it-"
"Shut up!" I yelled. "You fucking keep quiet, because it's exactly what I think!"
I was filled with anger as I approached them.
"Mark, it really isn't- I wouldn't-"
"YOU FUCKING WHORE" I screamed and flew a punch straight to Chris' ugly face.
Both of them seemed shocked as Chris' head jerked back from the impact. He covered his nose with his hand as blood started oozing out.
"You fucking knew he was taken, why the fuck would you kiss him, you pathetic, you-" I drew my hand back, but then lowered it instantly.
"You fucking planned this." I spat once realisation hit me.
"You and Evan- You planned this, didn't you?"
Chris wiped his nose and looked at the blood on his hand.
"Oh shut up, you cunt. He has nothing to do with this, I don't even know a guy named Evan."
Jackson had gotten up from the couch and I gave him his ring back.
"Oh yes you do! I know you like Jackson, so you guys planned this! You kiss Jackson, I get mad and break up with him, you take him and let Evan chase after me, right? Wrong! Because I'm smarter than you think!" I yelled out of pure anger. "I know Jackson wouldn't in a million years cheat on me, we are enganged for fuck's sake!"
Chris smiled.
"Alright, time for plan B."
With one swift motion, he punched my temple, causing me to pass out.
