Y/n means your name
"Get in the car y/n we can talk about it when we get home"
I got on the car without a word and staired at the window not bothering to
even look at Troy.
We decided to go to a dinner since we've both been busy. The dinner was going well, until the waiter came she was all over Troy and he didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her. When we finally finished the dinner , the check came and on it was her number. At this point I had enough and I walked out.
~At your shared home~
I kicked my heels off and practically ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I locked the door and staired at the mirror not even realising I had been crying this whole time.
I washed my face and took of my make up that had ran down my face.
I walked out and walked to me and Troy's bedroom, I changed out of my clothes and pretty much passed out on the bed seconds later.
~2:00 am~
I woke up to a loud bang coming from down stairs and an empty space next to me.
I walked down stairs into the living room to see glass on the floor.
Y/n: what the hell?
I looked up to see Troy sitting on the sofa and a bottle of wine... he was drunk.
Troy: Good morning!
Y/n: What are you doing Troy!?
Troy: Oh shut up don't like you
care about me you only care about you amazing job and money .
Y/n: What? Ofcourse I do care about you.
Troy: You know the waiter could have treated me way better she seemed to be actually be interested in me.
Y/n:Tro-
Troy: NO, just get out.
Y/n: What no , I live here!
Troy: God you're a drama queen just get out you giving me a fucking headache holy shit!
And with that I grabbed my shoes and car keys.
I know this is cringe and Troy would never say those things. There will be a part 2 and a happy ending.
