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Boyfriend Scenarios (He Stabs You in the Back/Hurts Your Feelings) Part 2

A/N: beerflavouricecream suggested this scenario, thank you for the suggestion! This was a bit of a challenging thing to write for me because I love all these boys! I hope you all enjoy part two of this! I will be writing a part for them trying to make up with the MC, there will be two endings for it; a good and a bad outcome, as suggested by GayleWhite3.

Asmo

Asmo had asked me to go to his room so he can have me put on a dress he's been working on for his friend. He said that his friend and I are the same size and have the same body type; it felt like a bunch of red flags were going up. Asmo is the avatar of lust, and he does tend to flirt with almost everyone he comes into contact with, which I have grown to accept by now. But, something inside of me was telling me that this girl was more than a friend, but that could be my own mind second-guessing Asmo's loyalty to me.

I arrived at Asmo's room and let myself in to find Asmo standing closely behind a female demon. They both turned to look at me, Asmo smiled brightly at me, and the girl looked at me angrily. I smiled brightly back at both of them and waved before I walked up to them.

"(Y/n)! I'm sorry. I didn't know that Samantha was going to show up! But, look at the dress! Isn't it just wonderful?" Asmo pulled me to face the mirror, to give me a full view of the dress.

It is a gorgeous lilac dress, it has a sweetheart neckline and was form-fitting up to the waist and flared out into a sweet flowy skirt that reached to her knees. Samantha looked absolutely stunning in the dress; it fit her perfectly. It brought out her curves and accentuated her chest; she looked perfect.

"Wow, Samantha, you look absolutely amazing! Mesmerizing even. This color compliments your skin tone, and the dress just fits you perfectly, of course, it was tailored for you. No one could have made this dress look good like you do!" I smiled softly at Samantha, who still had a bit of an angry look on her face, she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Of course I look good in it! Asmo made it; he is the best person to go to when you want to look flawless." She turned to face me directly and grabbed my chin.

"Maybe you should ask Asmo to fix your clothes because that pink shirt looks atrocious on you, and that black skirt is ill-fitting and making your figure look gross. Right, Asmo?" She turned to look at Asmo who looked conflicted on who's side to be on.

"Well, you do have a point, Samantha, (y/n) your clothes are ill-fitting. We should fix that, and I've never had the heart to tell you that pink isn't really your color." He looked at me with judgemental eyes before he continued bashing my self-esteem.

"I mean, it's not like me fixing them would do much for you, anyways. You don't have as many curves as Samantha, and your breasts aren't as perky as hers either." He paused to look at me once more, but before he could open his mouth to speak again, Samantha began to laugh at me and said.

"Now you know how your boyfriend truly feels about you, how do you feel? How does it feel to know he was only dating you out of pity?" She gave me a condescending look, and Asmo began to slowly realize what he had said to me and what it implied.

"It doesn't matter what I think or feel; self-centered people will always end up feeling lonely. That's why you two felt the need to attack me about my image. Yes, the words Asmo said hurt me, but I don't care about the way I look. I'm not obsessed with being perfect because if being "perfect" means I end up behaving like you two, then I'd rather be average." I turned to look Asmo into his honey eyes and said coldly.

"Asmo, we are through! I don't want you to try and come crawling back to me; I don't want to see you ever again. Bye." I turned and left the room; I could hear Asmo crying hysterically in his room as I left. I think I'll go out to get some fresh air, the garden maybe...