- TYLER -
When I reach the cash register, I opt for self-checkout because I know there is no way I can deal with human contact while I'm thinking about Troye.
My eyes burn as I slowly check out all of my items, a tear escaping my eye as I scan the jar of nutella. Soon, I manage to pay for all of my items and make it out of the grocery store.
I put all of my items in the trunk, and get into the drivers seat, taking a deep breath as I close the door. I lean my head against the wheel, and let out all of my unshed tears from the past hour.
I take a shaky breath and wipe my eyes, and start the car. I begin my drive and don't bother to turn on the radio. I know if I hear any music, I'll break down again. Troye and I have a memory associated with basically every song there is. Instead, I focus on making it home.
Stuck in traffic, I check my phone, and am not surprised to see that Troye hasn't texted me again. But, Pete has.
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FROM: PETE :)
Hey. Text me when you're coming home.
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I don't bother texting him considering the traffic has started moving, and I'm a bad enough driver already. If I text while I drive, it's going to be like all hell broke loose.
I pull into my spot outside my apartment, grabbing the groceries from the trunk, and walking to my door.
I loop the bags around one arm as I use my other hand to open the door. I close the door behind me with my foot.
That's weird, the house is silent.
I hear noises coming from my bedroom.
Is it bad that I know what is happening before I even see it?
I can feel a whole new wave of hurt ripping my heart out of my body. But, I can't stop.
I can't stop walking to my room, the groceries still hanging on my arms.
He can't be. He's Pete. He wouldn't do this to me.
I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt. I won't believe it.
I have to see it to believe it.
I open the door to my room, and my heart drops as I see my assumptions to be true.
He was cheating on me.
In my house.
Pete was literally fucking someone in my apartment.
I drop the grocery bags as the two of them freeze what they're doing.
I start sobbing and Pete looks at me, hurriedly getting off of the random guy and putting his clothes on.
"Ty...um, you were supposed to text me before you came home" Pete says.
My eyes widen.
"OH, I'M FUCKING SORRY. OBVIOUSLY, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT. I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING TEXTED YOU SO YOU HAD TIME TO GET YOUR HOOK-UP OUT OF MY FUCKING APARTMENT" I shout at him, anger replacing my pain.
"Ty, it's not what it looks like" he says, reaching towards me.
"I C-CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD F-FUCKING DO THIS" I scream, hitting his arm.
"Please, just let me explain" he pleads, grabbing my hand.
I whip it away from him, glaring at him.
"Don't fucking touch me" I hiss at him, taking pleasure in the hurt look in his eyes.
"I'm...um....I'm just gonna go...." the hook-up says, pulling on his clothes.
"No, you stay" I say.
"Ty, what are you doing?" Pete asks.
I ignore Pete, and turn to the trashy guy.
"He needs a place to stay" I say to the guy, gesturing towards Pete.
"Ty, don't do this" Pete says.
"I want you out of my apartment in one hour" I spit at Pete, backing out of my apartment with tears in my eyes.
I pull out my phone and call an uber.
I have to get out of here.
The uber asks me where I need to go.
I recite the first address that comes to mind.
Troye's.
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A/N:
It's gonna get happy soon. Well not happy. kind of like happy-sad? idk.
(fix my mistakes pleaseeee)
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