dating boys with exs, no i wouldn’t recommend it, i’m a homewrecker, i’m a sl-t, i’ve got death threats filling up semi-trucks, tell me who i am, guess i don’t have a choice, all because i liked a boy

the first rule of dating someone famous: never date someone famous who has a famous ex.

unfortunately, you broke that rule without even knowing it.

three years ago, walker was in a relationship with this girl named beck. she was a singer, a pop-star who, at the time, wasn’t so popular. behind her glamorous facade, she was manipulative and toxic, slowly chipping away at walker until he had enough and ended things.

walker couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of relief when met you. thank god, was all he could think for months. you were like a breath of fresh air, mending his heart back together.

two years after beck, you and walker were still going. walker rarely ever brought her up, but whenever he did, he always emphasized how manipulating and gaslighting she was.

however, a major issue arose when beck skyrocketed to fame with a new song that was clearly about walker. she shamelessly used their past to promote it, crafting the lyrics to paint him as the villain and you as the “other girl.”

the media frenzy that followed labeled you a homewrecker, a sl-t, a terrible person, and you found yourself inundated with death threats and hateful comments.

one day, when sitting in class with walker by your side, a boy walked past and slid a note onto your desk with a smug grin.

the crumpled paper read another terrible effect of that song: “fucking sl-t”

walker leaned over, his eyes immediately landing on the note. without hesitation, he snatched the paper out of your hands. crumpling it back up, he turned around and threw it at the back of that boys head.

“dipshit doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, don’t listen to it,” he grumbled, lacing his fingers with yours almost too tightly.