"you ready to go?" your best friend, corbyn asked. "everyone's waiting."
"yeah." you took a deep breath. "sorry i'm just...i don't know. i shouldn't even be going out it's too soon i'm not ready."
"hey listen, you don't have to hook up with anyone. this is just to get your mind off of him and have fun," he reassured you.
"yeah you're right. thank you." you stood up and hugged him. you grabbed your clutch and walked out to the living room of your apartment. corbyn, two of his bandmates , and a couple of your friends were all meeting up to go clubbing.
you had just recently been dumped by your boyfriend. he said that it wasn't you, it was that he needed to focus on himself and better himself before he tries to be in a relationship. bullshit.
corbyn had been your shoulder to cry on until your girl friends came and hyped you up, wanting to take you out to find a better man. you had gotten all excited about it and were in that "fuck you" mindset, until the night came and you felt sick.
you just wanted to curl up in bed and watch sad movies and cry until you felt better. you had been dating him for over a year and you were madly in love with him but he just dropped you like you were nothing. but you didn't want your friends to think you were pathetic so you went out with them.
you soon got to the club and all headed inside. you went to the bar first and took a couple shots before going to the dance floor. you just jumped around and sang along to the songs, having fun with your friends, forgetting all about your ex.
you began to understand why your friends wanted you to come out and you were feeling a lot better. your ex wasn't even a thought in your mind.
"corbyn come get another shot with me!" you yelled over the music. you grabbed corbyn's hand and pulled him over to the bar. you were standing there waiting on the bartender when you saw someone in the corner that you recognized.
"what the hell?" you asked.
"what?" corbyn asked, turning to look in the direction you were facing. "y/n, just forget about them they don't matter anymore."
"i should've known." you shook your head. "they were always texting and facetiming and hanging out whenever we weren't. i'm so oblivious, he probably cheated on me then dumped me."
you scoffed, seeing your ex making out with the girl he claimed was just his best friend.
"he always told me not to worry about her. i guess i shouldn't have listened. i'm so dumb."
"no, y/n you're not dumb. you were lied to. he doesn't deserve you, you're too good for him."
"you really mean that?" you asked.
"hell yeah. you're amazing y/n. that girl may be pretty and she may be funny or whatever she is, but she knew that you were together and she still went behind your back and had him cheat on you. you would never do something that low. you're more mature than both of them. and on top of that, he's ugly and you could do way better than that loser."
"awww corbyn!" you yelled. you were flattered by his words, but you were also a little tipsy. you reached up and hugged him, kissing his cheek. "you're so sweet!"
you and corbyn both took shots then went back to your circle of friends.
"guys, i know a club that plays much better music than this one, let's get out of here," corbyn said. everyone agreed and stared to leave.
your ex had been standing by the exit and you knew that you'd pass by him. corbyn came and put his arm around your waist.
"don't make eye contact with him, just start laughing and act like you don't even see him," corbyn said in your ear. you nodded and laughed, nothing your ex watch corbyn whisper in your ear.
"put your hand on my shoulder and tell me to stop," he whispered.
"corbyn stop," you chuckled, doing what he said. you could see how furious your ex was as you walked out of the door.
"hey asshole!" you heard. you and corbyn both turned around, face to face with your ex.
"is there a problem?" you asked him. he looked at you, then corbyn's hand on your waist then at corbyn and back at you.
"you're such a slut," he said.
"right, i'm the one making out with someone i told you not to worry about." you scoffed.
"oh right. yeah, i was cheating on you with her."
"i fucking knew it." you shook your head. "corny let's just leave." you started to walk away but you didn't feel corbyn's arm around you. you looked back and saw him punch your ex in the face. he fell to the ground and corbyn came up to you, shaking his hand out.
"let's go."
"thanks corbyn," you said.
"anytime."
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