The popular boy was ruthless, a playboy, anything a jerk would be.

But guess what? You both., loved each other.

Of course you got some looks, a popular guy and loner didn't mix well. And neither did jealousy with trust.

You guys were in the halls, arguing. "You believe anything!", you yelled.

"Maybe cause it's true?!", he yelled back. It was heated.

"So you think I cheated?

You know I wouldn't..", you said slowly tearing up.

Then James pulled out his phone with supposed "messages".

"Are you serious? You got that from Kiana. She’s a shit-talker!",

you yelled again furiously . He laughed. “Yeah.. she is. But I fucked that mouth of hers.",

he said and came closer. What?. "Wait- james- ""It's exactly what it sounds like."

"Doesn’t feel great to be cheated on hm?", ", he said.

"I didn't chea-", you started off but stopped. Your lungs were getting heavier.

You sobbed and walked away to the bathroom.

Everyone was staring. Did he really?.. after he told you he loved just you?..