Janthony ONESHOTS! (SLOW UPDATES, PROMISE)

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"JASMINE, HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO US?!" Anthony yelled, staring at his girlfriend with hatred in his eyes- hatred, yes, but also disappointment and heartbreak.

Jasmine sobbed loudly, lying in a heap on the floor. "A-Anthony, I-I'm s-so sorry-"

"SORRY DON'T FUCKING CUT IT! HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME?! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!" Anthony began to cry as well. "I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, JASMINE, BUT THAT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, WAS IT?! WHAT DID MARC HAVE THAT I DIDN'T, HUH?!"

Jasmine sniffled, knuckling her eyes.

"WELL?! ANSWER ME, GOD DAMMIT!"

She cried harder as he yelled, hating herself even more. "I...I don't know...it just...h-happened..."

"THAT'S NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH! I HATE YOU, JASMINE. YOU DISGUST ME!" He walked out the living room into the bedroom. Jasmine's heart skipped a beat, knowing what he was doing. "A-Anthony, please!" She stood up and rushed into the bedroom, where she found him packing a suitcase.

"A-Anthony, please don't leave me!" She cried, covering her mouth. "I-I love you!"

"If you loved me then you wouldn't have fucking cheated on me, Jasmine," he muttered, folding up his sweatshirt. "And I'm sorry, but I can't forgive you. What you did to me -to us- was horrible, and you deserve to be left alone. Maybe then you'll know how I feel, knowing that you fucked someone else."

Jasmine cried harder. "Please, Anthony...just h-hear me out..."

"What is there to hear?!" Anthony asked, glaring at her. "You had sex with Marc last week, and you know how I found out?! I saw his message on your fucking phone. From what I remember, it said 'I can't believe what we did last week, wanna do it again sometime? You sounded so good moaning my name, babe. Don't tell Anthony, though!'" He had clearly learnt it off by heart. Anthony began to sob again at the 'Don't tell Anthony, though!' part.

Jasmine sniffled, feeling awful, because that was exactly what the message had said. "I...I..." she sighed. "Yeah...but...when we did it...I...I was thinking about you..."

"Oh, then that makes it fine, doesn't it?!" Anthony muttered sarcastically, folding up his jeans and putting them inside the suitcase.

"And he's not as big as you..."

"Like that makes any difference," Anthony scoffed. "You still slept with him, Jasmine. It doesn't matter who's bigger." He said, closing the suitcase. He then picked it up by the handle and walked out the bedroom.

Jasmine frantically ran out after him and managed to stop him at the front door. "Anthony," she whispered, grabbing his arm.

Anthony slowly looked at her. "What?"

"Please don't go," Jasmine choked out, tears flowing down her face. "I-I'm so sorry." She sobbed, clutching his arm.

"Jasmine, let go of my arm, please." He murmured, sounding frustrated.

"No...I can't let you go..." she cried harder, holding onto his arm even tighter. "I love you, Anthony...and I'm so so sorry...it was a stupid, stupid mistake, and if I could turn back time, then I would...it will never ever happen again, so long as we both live...just...please...don't leave me..."

Anthony paused, watching her. Half of him wanted to push her away and walk out, and the other half of him wanted to hold her tightly and tell her that she was his everything and that he would never leave her.