Shourtney AU - Loving So Hard (Mature)

#19 - Cheater

*Courtney* ⚠️

Jessica's infatuation with Shayne only increased as my love for him simultaneously grew. She had made it obvious enough how she felt due to the fact that she had not stopped trying to hang out with him during our lunch breaks and whatnot, but Shayne was having none of it. I loved him so much.

One day however, Jessica came up with this brilliant idea to show Shayne some 'ugly photos' of me in an attempt to put me off. It was pathetic, and I had had enough. Therefore, I pulled her into an empty office, locked the door, and expressed my true thoughts.

"Jessica, we all know how you feel about Shayne..."

She blushed but remained silent.

"I want you to leave him alone, he's my boyfriend. MINE," I emphasised, raising my voice slightly higher.

A cunning smile formed across Jessica's lips, "Well, I don't think he will be for much longer."

"What?"

Jessica continued, "All these ugly pictures of you. Who'd wanna date that?"

I was boiling with anger, "Evidently, Shayne would."

Jessica laughed in response, "Yeah ok. He's probably just with you because he feels sorry for you."

"Bitch, we've been together since High School!"

"Shayne left you for a fucking job, that speaks volumes doesn't it?" Jessica returned.

I balled my fists, "Shayne loves me. Not you, Jessica."

"Oh yeah okay," she responded, rolling her eyes and smirking.

I growled, "You fucking bitch. We live together! We have a dog together! You think Shayne feels 'sorry' for me? I fucking hate you, Jessica. Stay away from me and Shayne."

The sadistic grin remained on Jessica's face, leaving me confused. She then said, "You know Courtney, Shayne and I have fooled around before."

My heart sunk to my stomach, and all I could manage was, "What?"

She edged closer to me, twirling her hair in an innocent manner, "Oh yeah, we've made out when you've been shooting stuff, and when you go to the mall with Olivia and Boze he always invites me round to your apartment. The two of us play with Jango, we drink and have fun, and when the time comes, Shayne presses his lips against mine, and we go into your bedroom..."

Tears streamed down my face. I wanted to believe she was lying but there was obviously a sense of paranoia within me.

Jessica continued, "And then we make love on your bed, passionately, wildly, lovingly. Shayne whispers sweet-little-nothings in my ear as he gets deeper inside of me, and I only kiss him more. And that scar on his abdomen, what a turn on."

How could she know about Shayne's scar? I couldn't take anymore, so I sprinted away. Tears clouded my vision as I raced down the corridor towards the stairs. I ran down them and then out into the street, and my mind began spinning. I started to walk, not having a destination in mind.

"Courtney!?" a familiar voice called.

I turned around to see Shayne. He approached me, smiling, but anger and sadness permeated within me. Shayne reached me and he tried to kiss me and wrap his arms around me, but I shrugged him off.

"Woah, what's wrong?" Shayne asked with a hurt tone, putting some distance between us.

"Ask your fuckbuddy, you cheater," I replied coldly.

"What?" Shayne asked with glossy eyes.

"Jessica said you and her have sex when I'm out, or when I'm shooting videos you guys fool around in the office. Is she lying?"

"Of course she is, baby! How could you call me a cheater? I'd never do that to you, you know that!" Shayne cried.

"Then how does she know about that scar on you abdomen!?" I screamed.

Shayne's face was laced with confusion, sadness and anger, "I have no idea! She probably saw it in a video, Courtney! I swear on my life that I would never do such an evil thing to you!"

I clutched my head as tears continued to pour down my cheeks, "I just can't stop picturing you with her!"

Shayne hugged me cautiously, "Baby, the one and only woman I have ever been with is you."

I looked up at him slowly, but once again, visions of him making love to Jessica polluted my mind, and so I pushed him off.

"Please just leave me alone for a little while, Shayne. I-I can't look at you right now," I whispered.

"B-But Courtney, I'm not a cheater," Shayne sobbed.

"Just go home, Shayne. I'll see you in a couple of hours. I just need some time and space to clear my mind," I stated, trying not to break down in tears.

Shayne nodded sadly, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. He turned and walked away down the street glumly, with his head hanging low and his posture sinking. When he was out of sight I slumped down to the ground and wept. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder.