𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐎'𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 - 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃

- ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs · ᴅᴏʙ · ғʟᴜғғ -

This chapter does not contain sexual content. If you would like to move on to a smut then please do so.

< using a fake name for Dylan's ex >
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"what?" I quietly asked, tears pooling in my eyes. "I'm sorry, y/n." My boyfriend apologised again "Dylan, don't do this to me. Please." I practically begged as I watched him grab his jacket, opening the door "I'm sorry." He repeated again before leaving.

I let out a sob, literally feeling my heart break. his words carried on ringing in my mind, making everything worse "I think I still love Layla."

My shaking fingers reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I typed in the password and began scrolling through my contacts until I got to my best friend's name, [you're friends name] y/f/n.

I pressed the call button and held my phone up to my ear, another sob leaving my mouth as the phone rang two times and she picked up "what happened?" y/f/n asked instantly. I sniffles and rested my back against the door "He said he still loves Layla."

y/f/n huffed angrily on the line and I heard her pick up her keys "I'll be there in 2 minutes, okay?" she said "okay..." I said and the call ended. I groaned again once I realised that I still had that party Tyler invited me and Dylan to.

I sat myself down on the stairs and waited in y/f/n's arrival. Which, like she said, was in exactly 2 minutes.

When the door was yanked open and y/f/n stood there, I sprung up and wrapped my arms around her. "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch." She muttered and I laughed slightly, pulling away "don't insult Lisa and Patrick like that."

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"What a dick!" y/f/n exclaimed, pulling across the items in my wardrobe. I had just finished ranting to her about Dylan and, well, she wasn't happy.

"you've already said that. What are you looking for anyway?" I asked. She gasped and pulled out a ridiculously short red dress, holding it up. "y/n, you have to go to this stupid ass party and show him up. Make him regret the decision and you might even end up getting him back. And, you know me, I can predict the future and he's gonna bring that skanky bitch with him, you need to show her the badass that you are," She lectured. I sighed but smiled widely as she swayed the dress "please?"

"Fine." I said and y/f/n squealed, throwing the dress at me

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"I don't think I can do this, y/f/n." I whined as we both stood outside Tyler's house, tugging on her arm. "Y/n, we are gonna strut into this party like baddies and own the place, okay?" She asked and I groaned "What if she's here?"

"She will be. Dylan probably brought her because he thinks you won't turn up. So, let's go in." y/f/n said, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and walking us towards Tyler's door, walking into the loud party he had hosted.