𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒉 ; 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕

Text 107 + imagine

(a/n; a lot of fucking drama is gonna happen babes)
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Y/n hey babe

Johnson hey

Y/n wanna hang?

Johnson sorry I'm busy making music with g (a/n; mhm🙄)

Y/n oh, well, how about tomorrow?

Johnson me and g are going out

Y/n oh... Ok... Well see ya soon. I guess

Johnson yeah

Y/n bye, love you

Johnson same and bye

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Y/n POV;
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I rub my temples in frustration and confusion. Why was Johnson always 'hanging' out with Gilinsky. We haven't even met up in, I don't know! At least 5 weeks! What if he's cheating...

No y/n, Johnson would never cheat. Would he? I throw the thoughts out of my head and check my snapchat. I look at who has been posting.

I look at Gilinsky's snaps. What the fuck? Why was Johnson grinding on... Claudia? In a club? He's cheating... I knew it. Why God, why me?

I break down, holding my knees up to my head and sobbing. "Why? He told me he'd never cheat. All boys are the same right? They cheat and don't give a fuck" I sniff.

I got up from my bed and look into the large mirror on my wall. There reveals a now depressed girl. My face was red and blotchy, with mascara running down from my eyes.

I got my phone and begin to text Johnson.

Y/n we are over.

I sat on my spinning chair and throw my head back in frustration. Johnson and Claudia? No thank you. Out of all people, Johnson choses Claudia.

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So I got one of those fidget spinners and honestly I thought they were stupid but they're actually cool.

Sorry for not updating :(

I felt pretty but looking at this picture I'm just like ew.

Here it is (skip if you down want to be blinded by ugliness)