Your boyfriend's a git.

A proper arse. Jude's always hated that guy. He treats you wrong. He's liked you for a year now, and it's just agonising to see you in the arms of another guy who just doesn't see the bloody gem you are. It's fuckin' annoying. Like really. Really fucking annoying. Has he made it clear yet how much he hates it? The guy treats you like you're a friend. He rarely sees you two kiss (Thank fuck for that.) and when you clearly want to be touched, your love language being touch, he ignores it, or acts as if it's a chore.

Like, what? Fuck off with that bullshit. Jude would never complain about wanting to be touched by you. And for one, Jude has never seen that man even touch a bouquet for you. Ever. Fucking insane. He doesn't even think he gave you an anniversary gift. It's so annoying. So painful to watch the hurt flash in your eyes every time he rejects holding your hand or avoids kissing in public. He hates it. He knows he only sees the PDA parts, but it's still horrible.

Then, one day, he goes to the club. Just to get drunk. He's not looking for anyone, but then he spots your asshole of a boyfriend. The thing is, he isn't alone. Are you fucking serious? Jude feels sick to his bloody stomach, watching him dance and smile with another girl. Watches how your asshole boyfriend leaves with her, too. Kissing her neck like he didn't have you.

He tells you the next morning.

You cry in his arms and it feels like the world was ending then and there. Your pain so excruciating to him that he wishes he could just take it all away. "You're okay. You're alright, love," He murmurs into your hair. Cradles you like you're fragile. You are to him. Have always been. "It's okay. You're fine. Yeah? You don't need him. He's a right arse. Dickhead didn't deserve you,"

His hand smooths your hair with one hand, the other resting on your back. You're in his lap and the touch would have had him going insane any other time, but tonight he has no focus on anything but the fact that you're crying in his arms. Just when he thinks you'll spend more time crying, you look up at him, teary eyed and with quivering lips, you tell him that you want revenge. That it's not fair he gets to cheat just like that.

You'd been biting on your lips. They're red. Plump. So pretty. Maybe that's why he leans in. Presses his lips to yours. Cups your jaw with his free hand. You want revenge? He can help with that. What better way to get back at a cheater than to cheat with the guy he's always been insecure about? Jude's always known he's better looking. More athletic. A better boyfriend. It's about time you realised that too.

When he pulls away, his heart stops. Skips a beat. "Sorry," he says. Almost immediately regretting it. Fuck. Fuck. He didn't even ask you before kissing you. Jude's horrible. "Sorry. I— I just— I've got no clue why I did that. Fuck. I'm so sorry, love," Oh, please agree to cheat on your cheater boyfriend with him.