𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

cheating

(Your POV)

"Where is he?!" I say to myself as I check the time for the millionth time. Timothée, my boyfriend, was supposed to pick me up for our date an hour ago. I've sent him numerous texts, but they have all been ignored.

My phone buzzes and I perk up, hoping it's a text from Timothée, but to my dismay it isn't. It's a stupid article from TMZ about something I probably don't care about.

I toss my phone back onto the table and slump back in my chair. I don't understand. Timothée has never been late to pick me up before. Why is he tonight?

My kind starts racing. Is he okay? Did he get hurt? Is he lost? I start to get more anxious. He would tell me if he needs help, right?

Suddenly my phone starts blowing up. One message after another from Y/B/F, my best friend, appears on my lock screen. I open my phone and begin reading through the texts

Y/B/F: y/n!! did u hear???

Y/B/F: y/n

Y/B/F: its urgent. answer me

Y/B/F: hello??? mayday mayday! earth to y/n!! it's important, get back to me asap

Y/B/F: fine if u won't answer ill just send it to u rn. hold on

Y/B/F: 1 Attachment - TMZ.com: TMZ catches actor Timothée Chalamet frenching actress Lilly Rose Depp

Y/B/F: im so sorry u had to find out this way. pls text me as soon as u get this :(
i luv u forever girlie

As I read Y/B/F's texts and the TMZ article, the same one I ignored earlier, by the way, I feel my heart sink to my stomach. So he's cheating. He's too late for our date because he's on a date with someone else.

I can't do anything but sit and stare at my phone. I know this is real, but part of me wants to believe it's all a prank. I scroll through the photos attached to the TMZ article and feel myself getting angrier. There's pictures of Timothée and Lilly holding hands, hugging, kissing- all the things he should me doing with me. I click out of the article, not wanting to look at the photos anymore for fear that I might snap. I text Y/B/F.

Y/N: wow. i can't believe it. i thought he loved me. we were so good together.

Y/B/F: im so sorry. u don't deserve any of this. how r u feeling?

Y/N: im kind of in shock. im more angry than sad right now. i just can't believe he would do something like this

Y/B/F: just say the word and i will go pummel his stupid ass for you

Y/N: haha, thank you. i think i need to pummel him first. then you can get something in too

Y/B/F: fine by me ;) want me to come over? i can bring ice cream...

Just then, there's a knock at the door. I look through the peephole and see Timothée standing there, waiting for me to open the door for him. I want so badly to ignore him and leave him outside, but I also want to scream at him. I decide to scream.

Y/N: hold that thought. dickhead just arrived. ill text you later

Y/B/F: okay! beat his ass!!

I put my phone down and straighten my dress. I put a brave face on, wipe the tears threatening to slip from my eyes, and open the door with a smile.

"Hey babe!" I say in a high-pitches voice. I don't want him to know I know just yet. I want to see what he says.

"Hey beautiful! I'm so sorry I'm late. I got held up a work," Timothée says, leaning in for a hug. I flinch at his touch, leaving my arms at my side and standing stiff as he hugs me.