you and griffin don’t talk that much. griffin had cheated on you and despite the fact you had him unblocked and constantly read the messages he sent - you tried to get over him. it was hard though..

the both of you had been in a relationship for a year before he went off and cheated. you had no idea why because he gave some lame ass excuse, packing up his things and leaving your house before an argument could begin.

that was for the better, because you’re thriving without him. something about the way he had left so quickly mixed with the texts he sent pleading forgiveness was strengthening towards your mindset.

but, tonight was different.

you were at a party. and when i say party, i mean club basically.

lots of people, short skirts, bare skin, dancing etc… but the worst thing about it was griffin was there. griffin… griffin for gods sake was there and sitting at one of the high tables with his friends.

you had gone by your friends, but griffin was looking at you. he looked.. worn out. jesus… griffin had been thinking, i’m not fit to be here if she’s in the same room as me. and his hands moved to run over his face after he looked away.