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.