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Jack-a-bet

8 months. 8 months, for well... Nothing. Everything was for nothing. Nothing at all. All the love you, b*llsh*t.

Jack Avery is a lying cheating son of a b*tch.

Now let me explain.

I was just scrolling on my social media one morning, not long after awakening. I cone across this account and I saw this post that had been uploaded 2 days ago. Turns out it was a video of Jack and a bunch of people I've never seen before. This is what they said.

Jack: "You said, date her for 6 months and I'll give you 6K. It's been 8, soo I think 8K will do me just fine!"

Stranger: "Ugh fine! Break up with her first tho."

Jack: "Am kinda falling for her Sean, but don't worry. That Gabbie is hot af!"

Sean: "Hang on, hang on. So your dating the two of them?"

Jack: "Yeah, I guess so. Haha."

The video had ended.

He was cheating and lying to me.
All of this was a lie.
For 8 months I had been living in a dream.

He came in a couple of hours later, I had all my stuff in my car ready to walk out when he came in. I walked up and b*tch slapped him on his face.

Jack: "What was that for!" *holding his cheek in his hand*

My face showed no sympathy.

Y/N: "Hope your money and all the lying was worth it for Gabbie."

With that I walked out and didn't look back.