SOME might feel bad. but mike isn’t some. he’s michael munroe, class president and successfully cheating on one of the hottest girls in school with the OTHER hottest girl in school. who happened to be girl number one’s best friend. calloused fingers tugged at his steering wheel, pulling into the driveway of the davis residence. while emily hadn’t said why she’d invited him over in her message, he assumed it was for either sex or some bullshit lovey-dovey movie. ( the only part he dislikes about spending time with emily is that he has to turn his phone off and ignore the pics that jessica sends him when she gets bored ).
[ TXT MSSG. baby #1 ] : im outsid xx
entering the mansion with little to no care whatsoever, mike sighed —- listening to see if he could hear his main girl. with no sounds coming anywhere in the house, he unlocked his phone, just for a moment to see the incoming snapchat from jessica. eyes drifted from his phone for a moment, making sure the raven hair girl wasn’t in the room yet before replying to her quickly. pocketing his phone, mike looked around the living room again before calling out. ❛ EM ? you here ? ❜ * @sheravaged
it burned inside of her. the pain of when her eyes first ghosted over his phone and saw the message from jessica. that she is in pain. because… well, FUCK she did love him. she loved him with EVERYTHING inside of him. she thought that maybe he would be the one who saved her, that put her back together but OH NO! he’s sleeping with her best friend. bare feet patter down the marble staircase, her heart pounding. did she even have it in her to confront him. to call him out on the lies, the cheating, everything. because she deserves this. she has the right to this. to end her PAIN.
❛ mike. you came. ❜ fingers lace together, her eyes focused on him. ❛ why did… why did you sleep with jessica ? mike, i thought you loved me. ❜ she can’t help it. her voice BREAKS, tears running down her cheeks. the edge of her sweater scrubs at the salt water, trying to compose herself.
❛ was i not good enough? i’m SORRY that i didn’t spread my legs everytime you wanted to fuck. i’m SORRY for not being an airheaded slut that just wanted to ride the class presidents dick. i’m SORRY that i’m fucked up and that you can’t seem to get over it. i’m SORRY for whatever the fuck made you want to cheat on me with my best friend. ❜
