Mena Massoud Imagines

Imagine 13 - Complicated

Heads up, long chapter.

You and Mena have grown up together, you've known each other since forever, he knows everything about you and you know everything about him but there has always been something about him that doesn't add up. It's like he has a side to him that's dark but never brought it up as you are best friends and now flatmates.

You were chilling on the sofa in front of the TV cuddled up under a blanket with your boyfriend Jacob. You've been dating for a couple months, the feelings shared between you two are so strong, the way he looks after you is everything you've wanted in a guy. Jacob.

The front door slams making you jump a little, you lift your head off of Jacob's shoulder looking up at him rolling your eyes knowing Mena's in a bad mood. Mena walks in dragging his feet, flopping his body on to the sofa kicking his shoes off, dropping his head backwards on the back of the sofa, letting out a long sigh.

"Mena?" You asked. He groaned bringing the palm of his hand to his face covering his eyes.

"Bad day?" Jacob questioned. Mena jolted his head forward, quickly turning his head towards Jacob frowning.

"No shit." He replied. You shot a harsh look at him in shock. He returned the look. Jacob planted a kiss onto your temple, lifting your legs off of his under the blanket then standing up.

"In a bit babe." Jacob said.

"In a bit." You smiled. Mena's eyes flowed Jacob as he left the room.

"Mena what was that?"

He shrugged with an attitude.

"What's wrong?" You ask in a much more calmer tone.

"I don't like him."

"Jacob?"

"Yep." Straight up. You didn't think much of that he's clearly not in the mood to talk.

"Even seeing his shoes by the door piss me off." He mumbles.

"Listen. I don't want to be told how much you hate my guy, so skip to why you're aren't feeling great." Covering up the fact that you weren't a little annoyed at that comment.

"Bad day I guess." He stood up taking off his jacket and throwing it down on the floor, then sitting back on the sofa.

"You wanna talk about it?"

He clenched his jaw, opened his mouth but got interrupted by his phone ringing. He rolled his eyes, looked at the caller, huffed and accepted.

"You alright?"
He paused.
"Shit. For God's sake, coming now." He rushed to his shoes, picked up his jacket and slid his phone into his back pocket.

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Mena's POV:

"You aren't doing your job very well are you Mena."

"I've been on set all day everyday, finally get home, see some guy in my house with my girl to receive a phone call about something I don't want to be involved with Tony." I yelled, pressing the ground floor button in the elevator.

"I can't let you go at this point Mena."

"So don't tell me I'm not doing my job well when I don't want to be here." I spat. Ending the call, getting into the back of a car that was sent for me.

I do feel bad for being in a bad mood in front of Y/N and for not liking Jacob, she's happy and I'm happy for her. I don't want to admit it, but I am jealous. Y/N is the only one who I can trust.
The car pulled up to a secured building like a prison but more modern.