Hating the Bad Boy

i. The Unknown Text Messages and Realization

How could it be a mistake? He has always told me that he loved me, and that was all that matters. But he could of lied about that, maybe using me. The last time we saw each other was about two or three weeks ago.

Then my stomach suddenly felt sick. I ran full speed and once I was right in front of my boyfriend's apartment, I took a deep breath. I take out my phone from my pocket, dialing my boyfriend's phone number.

It kept ringing and ringing, but he never picked up. "Sorry, please leave a voicemail after the beep... also, have a nice day. Beep!" The voicemail said. I tried again, but it was still the same answer. After my third time, I gave up.

I huff before grabbing my spare key from my back pocket and inserted the gold metal key inside the doorknob. Once I heard a click, I remove the key from the doorknob and shoved it into my pocket.

I opened the door and stepped into a very familiar room. The living room was still the same as the last time I'd came. The walls were white, the couches were a tan color, a matching coffee table, and a few art paintings.

The room made me feel welcome, yet it still made me feel unsure. I tilt my head towards the kitchen, noticing a few lit candles on the table. A small smile came onto my face as I thought that this was a surprise.

Maybe my boyfriend was the one who was the 'unknown' number; he could of simply use a different number and made me worried and head to his apartment, only to see this wonderful surprise.

However, I smelled something strange. His apartment was covered with the smell of a very strong strawberry perfume mixed with a little bit of a blueberry scent. Maybe he finally added in some scented candles.

However, a moaning sound echoed throughout the whole apartment. Shivering, I walked towards my boyfriend's room. The moaning sound became more and more louder as I stepped closer to my boyfriend's bedroom door.

Crossing my fingers and praying for God that the moans were just coming from a movie or it was my boyfriend's roommate that was in the room with a girl. With a deep breath, I place my hand onto the doorknob and twisted the knob.

Stepping inside his room, horror was written all over my face as I saw the scene that is playing right in front of me. Tears drip down as I continued to see this horrible scene. "What the hell is this!?" I shouted. I just couldn't believe this.

He was with Selena Ramirez — my boyfriend was sleeping with the school's well known slut. He surprisedly jump off of Selena and faced me. "Um... if you couldn't tell, I'm having sex with Selena." He said all too calmly.

Suddenly, I heard a crack. It was probably my heart breaking into a million pieces due to the fact that the 'unknown' number was telling the truth. "I get that," I said as I felt a lump in my throat. "But why?" I whispered.

"It's simple. I never liked or loved you, period." He stated. I felt my body shake, this couldn't be true.

"But you've always been telling me that you did!" I shouted, feeling my anger rising and rising.

"I lied about everything. You were simply just a one night stayed. And also, my revenge plan." I couldn't take my anger well, without stopping or noticing, I charged towards Selena. I pulled on her hair and punched the shit out of Selena.

"What the fuck!? Let her go, Imogen!" He shouted. I let go of Selena and punched the fucking idiot.

"Fuck!" He yelled.

"I hope to never see you two, ever!" I shouted before running out of the apartment. Sobbing, I ran back home, getting away from those two horrible people.

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"ZACK, YOU MUST TELL ME THE WHOLE FUCKING TRUTH! AND DON'T YOU DARE LIE ABOUT IT!" I shouted. Zack shakes his head while putting his face into his hands. Zack takes a deep breathe.

"Imogen... it's true. I slept with his girlfriend at the time. I slept with Gabriella Hunters, who was the girlfriend of your boyfriend at the time." Zack said. My heart breaks a little more.

"But how could you, Zack?! Mom never taught us to get in between people's relationship!" I shouted.

"I know, I know, but if you had met Gabriella at the time..." Zack said. I shoved him roughly.

"Now look at me, Zack. I'm broken, inside and outside. Because your dick couldn't choose a different girl!" I shouted. Zack's eyes were filled with hurt, but my body is broken.

"I'm done. I'm completely done with everyone right now." I said as I quickly ran to my room.

"Imogen..." Zack said as he got up. I slam the door shut and lean against the door. Tears rolling down as I felt betrayed by two people who I've trusted. Today was just not a good day. Sobbing, I slowly walk across my bed and rested my head against my fluffy white pillow.

Feeling very tired, I quickly zoomed out and fell asleep. I wish I could just sleep and never wake up...

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