You sighed, picking at your chips as you sipped from your milkshake. You could feel your friends worried stares but you paid them no mind. Even if you did explain what you were feeling, they wouldn't understand.
How did you explain that you weren't attracted to your boyfriend anymore?
You had been attracted to him, when the both of you had first started dating, but it was like it had just slowly disappeared over the two years you'd been with him.
At first you thought something was wrong with you, that maybe something had gone wrong in your brain. Everyone was attracted to your boyfriend, even your friends had admitted to thinking he was hot - something that had made you immensely jealous at the time but now you just didn't care.
You still loved him, but not in the way you used to love him.
It was difficult to explain, hence why your friends knew nothing of what you were feeling.
A horrified gasp suddenly came from one of your friends but you ignored it, assuming they had seen someone they didn't like. But then the rest of your friends gasped and started muttering to each other.
Annoyed, you threw the chip that you'd been about to eat at them, looking up at their pale faces.
"What are you three gasping at?" You asked, annoyed.
They all simultaneously pointed across the food hall. Frowning, you turned to look in the direction they were pointing, you eyes landing on the queue for Burger King. At first you didn't see what was so shocking, but then your eyes landed on your Jamie, your boyfriend.
Kissing another girl.
Shoulders slumping, you stared at them in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. He was cheating on you?
You'd never been so confused in your life. If you'd told your past self that she'd be both relieved and upset to see her boyfriend cheating on her with another girl, you knew she'd laugh and call you crazy.
Maybe you were crazy.
Suddenly you found yourself getting out of your chair and storming across the food hall, your friends immediately getting up and following behind.
Stopping in front of boyfriend, you cleared your throat, feeling a sort of sick joy in the way his eyes widened when he turned to look at you. Instantly, he shoved the girl away from him, not even noticing when she fell to the floor with a scream, drawing the attention of everyone around you.
"Y/N - it's not what it looks like, I prom-"
"How long?" You interrupted him, not wanting to hear his bullshit excuses.
"I- what?" He asked, voice shaking.
"How long have you been cheating onΒ me?" You replied, your voice gaining volume.
Jamie stuttered, looking nervously at the people watching. By now, nearly everyone was watching. Some were looking at him in disgust, while others were just enjoying the free show. Even the workers had stopped, turning to see what was happening.
"Y/N, I- I haven't- I don't-"
"How long, Jaime!" You finally shouted, a single tear dripping down your cheek.
Jaime looked down at the floor in shame, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke, "Since we began dating."
You blinked, physically taking a step back as you tried to process the information that he'd just given you. He'd been cheating on you since the start of the relationship.
"Y/N, it doesn't mean anything. None of the girls meant anything to me. You're the one I love." He cried, reaching out to grab your hand.
"Girls? There was more than one?" You whispered, jerking your hand away from his.
Jamie's eyes grew wide. He clearly hadn't meant to say that.
Drawing in a shaky breath, you clenched your fists. "So this whole time, throughout these past two years, I was falling in love with you while you were going off and fucking other girls."
You didn't mention that you'd fallen out of love with him as well.
"Y/N, please-"
You never got to hear what he was going to say, because at that moment, your hand connected with his cheek, creating a loud slap that echoed throughout the silent food hall. A few people cheered, several clapped.
"We're done, Jaime. I'll be going round your house tonight to collect my things, you better not be there."
You looked at him one last time before walking back over to your table to collect your things and throw the rest of your food away, your friends doing the same.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" One of them asked, placing a hand on your shoulder as the four of you walked out of the food court.
"Never better."
***
Knocking on the door of Jamie's house felt wrong. You were so used to just walking in as if it was your own.
Now it was a strangers house.
You couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lungs when his sister, Kate, opened the door instead of his mother. You weren't sure you could handle telling that sweet women what her son had done to you. She was like a second mother to you and you'd miss her more than you'd ever miss Jaime.
"Hey, Y/N. What're you knocking for? You know you can just walk in." She said, running her fingers through her short hair. You quickly averted your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach flipped at the sight of her hands.
"Your brother hasn't told you?" You asked, stepping past her into the entryway, suddenly very aware of how much taller she was than you.
She laughed. "I can barely stand to be in the same room as the asshole, let alone talk to him."
Snorting, you hung up your coat, not noticing the way Kate's eyes flicked down to your chest as you did so. You had decided to forego your bra when getting dressed this morning and it was a very chilly night.
"He cheated on me so I broke up with him and I'm here to collect my stuff." You said over your shoulder as you made your way over to the stairs.
Kate choked on the sip of water she had just taken, banging her chest with her fist as she ran up the stairs after you. "He cheated on you? How'd you find out?"
Opening Jamie's bedroom door, your nose wrinkled at the mess. How he lived in a room like this, you'd never know. "I saw him kissing a girl at the food court, and, when I confronted him, he let it slip that's he's been seeing different girls since the beginning of our relationship." You sighed, beginning to grab all of the things that belonged to you.
Kate scoffed, watching you from the doorway with sharp eyes. "Honestly, he's such a dickhead. He didn't deserve you in the first place. Y/N, if I'd have know-"
"Don't worry, Kate. I know you would've told me." You smiled at her over your shoulder as you began stuffing everything into the bag you'd brought along with you. "I just wish I'd have said no when he asked me to prom back in Year 11. I'd certainly have saved myself a lot of trouble." You said jokingly, laughing.
Stepping into the room, Kate walked over to where you stood, bent over searching through a pile of clothes. "But if you hadn't, we never would've met, would we?" She asked, bumping your hip with her own.
"I suppose so." You replied, refusing to look up. "I just can't help but rethink everything I'd thought about our relationship. I mean, when he told me that he loved me, he was fucking someone else!" Your voice rose to a shout as anger filled you, slamming the t shirt you held in your hand back onto the floor.
Before you knew what was happening, Kate had grabbed your hand and yanked you towards her. "I could've been a better boyfriend than him." She whispered, her face dangerously close to your own.
Cheeks flushing bright red, you chuckled nervously, trying to pull your hand away. "I'm sure you would've, Kate, but I seriously need to get all my stuff before he gets back."
"I'm being serious, Y/N. I could be 10 times the boyfriend he ever was." Her eyes flicked down to your lips as you froze, realising what she was saying.
"Kate," You whispered as she slowly brought her hands up to your face, staring at you with a clear question written in her eyes.
'Can I kiss you.'
You nodded, a small exhale escaping your lips as Kate moved forward until her mouth met your own.