You and Jude were arguing when you went to a party without his permission. You found it stupid, as you had to ask for his permission because you were your own person. It wasn't the 17th century when he owned you. You thought this was absolute bullshit. His temper exploding off at the bare minimum annoyed you, so you had enough.
"You don't fucking own me, Jude! How many times have I told you that?!" you shouted at him.
"Well, you don't just run off doing whatever god fucking knows, do you?!" He shouted back at you.
"I am my person. I have my rights and I knew what I was doing!"
"You acted like a slut in front of the other guys!"
The moment he said that you quieted. You rarely call each other names in arguments, and when you do, you know it is serious.
"'A slut'? Are you fucking stupid? I was only dancing and shit, and my dress was riding upwards!" You were so annoyed at your boyfriend as he shouted at you for something you couldn't control.
"You could've pulled it down at least! But you didn't. Are you a prostitute of some sort?!" He shouted, annoying you even more.
"I am not a fucking prostitute, and before you come at me for selling my body, face the fact that so many girls flirt with you in front of my face!" You exclaimed back at him. Now it was his turn to stay silent. You had so much anger that you wanted to let it out.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. Having never raged like that whenever you argued, you walked past his tall figure standing there. You grabbed your car keys and left Jude Bellingham alone in your apartment.
You pulled up to your best friend's house, hoping for some comfort or relief from your anger. You walked up and knocked on the door, hoping she would answer, as it was late. She opened the door and let you in. You had been into the sport of boxing since you were twelve, so you asked your best friend to get the sparring pads and the gloves.
You punched the sparring pads she had on with the gloves until you felt calmer. That took an hour... You never take that long to calm down, so it was really serious. You had left your phone on, do not disturb, and realized it had blown up your social media, so you checked it.
The post said Jude had been seen at a party making out with another girl. You didn't think he would cheat on you after an argument. You started doubting yourself and having second thoughts about heading to the party. Your best friend took your phone from you and threw it on the couch.
She cupped your face and kissed you on the forehead, signalling it was okay. But everything wasn't okay. The man you loved argued with you and cheated on you. You started wondering whether you were in the wrong or should've left the door.
"Babes, you did nothing wrong. Don't worry, he is just being a dick." Your best friend said.
"I know, but it still hurts because we didn't officially break up." You hugged her back, tearing up a bit.
"I have an idea!" Your best friend said and dragged you to her room, digging through her closet for a dress.
"What is it now?" you asked.
"WE, MY NOW SINGLE FRIEND, ARE GOING TO THAT PARTY!" your best friend shouted excitedly, digging through her closet.
"Do I have to attend the party...?" You didn't want to take part, but for your best friend, you attempted to attend.
She pulled out a dress and some heels and told you to put them on, shoving you into the bathroom. You obediently changed and left, and your best friend's jaw dropped.
"You look amazing!" Your best friend shouted excitedly. You thanked her shyly, and she ushered you to sit at her vanity while she did your makeup. You uploaded it to your Instagram story.
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You felt confident. You always do, but whenever you are with your best friend, it always boosts your confidence. You left the house but grabbed your car keys, your phone, and some gum and mints before leaving.
You arrived at the party in around 10 minutes, not that far. You left the car with your best friend opened the door and entered the party.
You were dancing and having fun drinking and talking with people, and you felt eyes bore into your back. You started looking around, but you didn't see anyone. Strange.
You tried to find your closest mate but got pulled into a hallway.
"What are you doing?" you asked the mystery person.
"Bringing you home," the person said. You dreaded him, as you thought you two had ended things with each other.
"Fuck off, Jude, and go shag the girl you were with." You uttered.
"Oh, for God's sake, Y/N, I only want you." Your ex-lover said, pinning you to the wall.
"Jude, I don't care! You called me a fucking prostitute and a slut! Keep your shit together!" You shouted before pushing him away.
He grabbed your wrists, pulling you too close to his chest. When you were close enough, he lifted your face from your chin. "Listen, I was an asshole. I'm sorry, I was just jealous because the number of guys looking at you disgustingly pissed me off. In my attempt to protect you, I went out of control and order... I don't expect you to forgive me, but just know I am sorry." He sincerely apologized.
"I don't care about your shitty apology. You even know why I came here?" You asked annoyed and frustrated about Jude wanting to forgive and forget.
"Why?" He asked confused.
"Because of that slag, you were making out with. Not only are you a complete asshole but also a fucking cheater. Have a nice fucking life without me." You said bitterly as you threw your drink at him and pushed him off.
No wonder people say not to date footballers as half of them as cheating or abusive assholes. Heartbroken and trustbroken. That's what you were now.
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yea, I did change the ending cuz some of you guys wouldn't forgive that easily if you guys want I can write a part two.
