Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Wrong Guy

I was visiting my boyfriend, Jay's, house. I didn't ask him but I usually don't and I figured he wasn't busy. I wore high waisted white bleached shorts and a white tank top under a gray cotten jacket from Abercrombie.

I knocked on Jay's door and then shoved my hands into my pockets. I waited at least thirty seconds for a response but there wasn't one. I frown and then knock again.

Nothing.

Damn I wish they would just install a doorbell.

I tentatively step inside Jay's house, not wanting to break in but just see if he was even here. I look around his way too familiar home and then check the kitchen, living room and dining room.

It was like his house was abandoned.

I sigh and then quietly make my way up the stairs. Was he maybe sleeping? I shook my head to answer my own question; it was already 8:00 PM.

I look first at his parents room, then the two bathrooms. The last room I hadn't checked was his bedroom. I sigh, shrug, then reach for the doors handle.

That's when I heard moans come from inside the room.

I gasp and then notice the door was locked. Somehow, so much adrenaline pumped through my body, and I broke down his door.

How did I even do that?

Of course, my arm starting blazing with pain from the door as I stand there in horror, shock, and being 100% wanting to throw up.

There, on Jay's bed, was him...naked. Along with another girl, blonde pretty, skinny...also naked.

I gasp again as they both notice me and Jay starts freaking out as the girl just glares at me and gives me dirty looks.

Jay stands up (still naked) and tries to explain. "Y/N, I'm sorry! It's not what it looks like!"

I ignore him and run out of the room, hot boiling anger rising inside of me along with hot tears streaming down my face.

I get down to the main floor again and try to escape, but I felt someone grab my wrist. I flinch since the grip was so tight as they pulled me towards them.

It was Jay and luckily he was wearing sweat pants now.

"Y/N I'm sorry!" he yells.

I purse my lips and look down, shaking my head and glaring at the floor as more tears escape my blurry eyes. My heart felt broken and I couldn't breathe.

I finally find my voice, it sounding cracked.

"Don't ever speak to me again" I growl under my breath, freeing myself from his grasp and then reaching for the door again.

He grabs my wrist once again and this time I spin back around to face him and throw my fist towards his face. It landed on his nose and he doubled back in pain, groaning in pain as his hand went up to his nose and came back to his vision, it full of blood.

I stood there in shock of what I just did, but then quickly came back to reality and charged out the door, and thankfully made it.

I ran into the cold air of Virginia and ran back to my car, getting in and speeding away. I heard Jay yelling for me but I wasn't going to dare look at his eyes knowing he just had sex with another girl...and she was still in his room.

A sob escapes my lips as I still drive home a bit blinded by the tears. I wanted to get as far away from that douche bag as I could, so I decided to visit my best friend.

Maybe he could help me...or maybe he would just tell me he was right.

See, my best friend, Matthew, has met Jay and has warned me multiple items that he wasn't a good guy; that he was a cheater, a douche, a bad person.