PROLOGUE

"Cheating is a choice, not a mistake."

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I smiled down at the bouquet of flowers I had picked out at the store. I knew he was going to love them.

I told him I had to stay after school and do something for one of our teachers, but instead I went to the flower shop and picked up a bouquet of his favorite flower. It was our anniversary after all.

I pulled into the driveway of his modern house and excitedly hopped out of the car with the flowers in hand.

I used my key and let myself in quietly. His parents must've been out because there was no sign of his mother making dinner in the kitchen or his father watching TV. Instead, the house was eerily quite. I crept up the stairs and stood outside of his bedroom door with the flowers in hand.

Strange noises were coming from inside his room, there was a thump and some weird moaning sounds. My heart rate picked up, and instead of knocking like I planned, I slowly opened the door to his room and stepped halfway inside.

The sight before me shocked me to my core. My boyfriend, pinned up against the wall, underneath some other guy I'd never seen before. And they were kissing. Making out really. And Josh wasn't trying to get away. Why wasn't he trying to get away?

They hadn't really noticed me in the heat if their moment, but the weight of situation suddenly dawned on me and I nearly toppled over. I wanted to scream, do anything to make them notice me, but instead I just stood there, frozen in place.

The flowers in my hand dropped to the hard wood floor and I took a step back towards the door.

My elbow smacked against the doorframe with a dull thud. That seemed to make them stop and turn to look at me in the doorway.

"Uh.. Isaiah. What're you doing here?" Josh asked, rubbing the nape of his neck and stepping away from the random guy.

"What am I doing here? What is he doing here?" I snapped and his gaze landed everywhere but me. I wanted him to look at me. To see the pain on my face and for him to know that he caused it.

"Um.. well he was helping me study for next weeks test. He's in my geometry class." He lied. I shook my head in disbelief.

"How could you say that when you know I saw exactly what you were doing?!" I screamed. He sighed and rubbed his face in his hands. The other guy just looked bored as he leaned against the wall, staring down at his phone that he had pulled out of his pocket.

"Listen, you know I love you-" he started.

"No you don't." I interrupted in a quiet voice.

"Baby-"

"Do not say you love me when you've been sitting around and kissing another guy while I'm away! Because that is not love!" I interrupted his words again. I didn't want to hear his excuses and his lies. They'd just make me want to stay more then I already wanted to.

He put his hand under my chin and gently lifted it up so I would meet his eyes. Anger suddenly boiled through me. What was I even doing here? I should've just left while I had the chance and pretend it never even happened.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" I asked quietly. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't eventually catch you?" I asked, louder this time. I jerked my face away from his hand but instantly missed the touch. I held myself back, he wasn't my safe place anymore.

"I didn't really think about it.." he said as he let his hand drop to his side.

"Five years of my life I devoted to you! Five. Years! And then you go and throw it all away, and for what? More sex?" I snorted.

"Don't act like you know what it's like to be me!" He snapped back.

"You're a selfish asshole, you know that?" I jeered.

"What?"

"Of course I have no idea what it's like to be you! But did you think about what it would be like for me in this situation? How I would feel if I caught you?" I demanded. I took his silence as a no, he didn't think about that at all.

I picked up my flowers that I had dropped on the floor and threw them at him. He fumbled around, trying to catch them.

"Happy fucking anniversary." I said before I stomped out of the room and down the stairs. Slamming the door shut behind me and getting into my car. I refused to cry over that asshole. I didn't want to.

How didn't I see it before? I guess I was blinded by his charm and the way he affected me so strongly.

I met him in seventh grade, we became pretty good friends until one day he kissed me. He made so many things happen at once, I found out I was gay, I got into a relationship with him that we hid most of the time. We spent our first year of highschool together, we spent our summers together. And we both came out at the same time while both of our families were at a barbecue during sophomore year. They'd taken it well and we were so unbelievably happy.

And in that third week of school in seventh grade, on that one Friday night when we were having a sleepover, he kissed me while we were sitting on blankets and looking at the stars from my front lawn.

Today was supposed to be five years.

I didn't realize I was crying until I snapped out of my thoughts.

My vision getting blurry and then a tear would fall and roll down my cheek.

When I got home, all I could do was lay in my bed and sob. That's all I wanted to do. My mom tried to cheer me up my making me join her to watch a movie, but it only worked for so long.

After the movie I felt exhausted. So I ended up sleeping early and waking up late.

I guess that's how it went all the time after that as well.

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Oh boy. First story wowww.

Lemme know what you think, I like it so far and I have some cool things planned.

Next chapter will be up in hopefully a couple of weeks? Idk. Whatever works for me.

I'm going camping this weekend so probably not very soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!

Kthanksbye

-fbi