My history boy ❤️ (y/n POV)

Chapter five

C POV:

As I shot one last look to D, I spit on his Jesus crocs. He wipes off my spit on my pant leg and kicks me in the peepee.

"Don't talk to them ever again." He says. The rubber gave a little bit of cushion when I got kicked. I look down and see my phone. He walks away and doesn't look back.

I wait until I can't see him anymore and quickly pick up my phone to call my baby. Y/n picks up immediately.

"What's up cutie?" Y/n says.

"Don't do that to me. You didn't tell me there was another one." I say. I hear y/n strain before a word comes out.

"He's just a side. You know Satan and You are my number one daddies." Y/N says. "Is everything okay, you didn't answer to my text."

"Everything was fine until I got BEAT UP BY YOUR SIDE HOE!" I scream.

"B-Babes he just has anger issues. I would never-"

"I'll be in my moms basement tonight. I don't know if I want to be alone. You know the way."

I hear Y/N gulp and I end the call. I begin to wail louder than anything one might have heard, and I hear a janitor come out of the bathroom.

"Why the fuck are you crying?!" He says. He pats me with a broom.

I didn't know what to do, so I screamed like a baby. I then got up, and took off my pants. The janitor stared as I ran away, pants in my hand, and half conscious brain carrying me to my Honda.

Let's hope Y/N shows up tonight, for a big surprise. Let's see if Y/N will become mine.

HAIL SATAN 666