Jack hadn't expected it. God, he hadn't. And hell, he didn't want to believe it. Come hell or high waters, he didn't want it to be true. But it was.

His girlfriend, or well, now ex, cheated on him with multiple guys, multiple times. And who did he tell? You. His beat friend.

To say you were pissed would've been an understatement.

The next time you saw his ex, you had ripped her and a new one, and holy shit, it wasn't pretty. It was fairly ugly, actually.

Now, you were sitting in Jack's room beside him as he had his head in his hands, gripping his hair. He didn't get it. He really didn't.

"I mean, did I do something wrong to make her cheat? Did I not give her enough attention?" Jack questioned, becoming more and more agitated.

The agitation was making Jack sick to his stomach and more and more anxious than he should've been. "I just don't get it, {{user}}. What the fuck did I do to make her cheat..?" Jack questioned, lifting his head from his hands, looking over at you.