My Ex's Boyfriend [BxB]

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Maybe chapter 20 is quite confusing cuz the last part Jake was at the door after what the fuck had happened . Now here is the solution for everything. I'm sorry for confusing you reader's mind.

Jake's POV*

I ran my hands up to my hair and sighed.

I regretted everything I did to Connor earlier.

Yes, it's true that Emily told me to use him but.. Sometimes feelings changes, right?

I was gay for him.

I really like Connor, he's special, he's different and.. He's Connor.

I wasn't gay at the first place but when I met him at the park for the first time, I couldn't let go of my eyes off of him.

Connor is just too irresistible.

When we hang or something, people tried o flirt with him but he didn't notice.

I like it when he zoned out, looking cute.

I like it when he is searching for food like he hasn't been eaten for decades.

And he was all smiley but there's just something behind it.

Sometimes it was forced.

I thought I can fix his loneliness.

He was lonely, he only had few friends and he had been through much worst for the couple few years ago.

He hid his problems so well. He didn't show his problems that much. Instead, he keep his shit together private. But I knew.

I know the entire him. He didn't know mine.

It's not like he knows my family and shits.

He never asks.

Because he respects my privacy.

Connor is a good guy.

And I fucked up all my good chances.

He was as if my treasure but I shoved it away.

"Jakey?" Emily called me, "stop thinking about Connor, think about me. I'm your girlfriend."

"You're not anymore," I said as I stood up from the couch. "Connor is my boyfriend."

She looked up at me, giving me her fake wide smile which has something in it, "Seriously? Are you telling me you're gay now?"

"I am gay and I don't give a fuck about it, Emily" I said, "and Emily, you supposed to treat me like your boyfriend but instead, you used me as something that can make your revenge succeed."

I'm not a toy.

She chuckled and raised her eyebrows, "Listen, you and Connor, will never be together again because, it's too late, believe me."

"It's not, you're not a god or something."

"Of course," she frowned, "hope you regret your shit. One day, you'll be hoping to find me back."

"Hell no and Emily, you and I are not a thing no more." I replied, picking up my Tux's jacket from the couch and leave.

I sped my walk down the street and pulled out my phone, dialing Connor's number, placing it beside my ear.

"Please answer, please answer my call.." I muttered repeatedly.

The number you're calling cannot be reached.

I ran past a few blocks and entered Connor's apartment building. I was greeted by the security and I immediately went to his floor and stopped my tracks three doors away from his'.

It's too late, believe me.

No.

I walked again and pressed his doorbell.

Nothing.

I pressed it again.

"What are you doing here?"

I bit my lips as I saw him, standing at the hallway, anger rushed into him. He was clenching his hands, glaring at me.

I opened my mouth and approached him, "Connor, I—"

"Shut your fucking mouth. I trusted you and you betrayed me just like that." Connor said, walking past through me.

Please hear me out. "Please—"

He pressed a button that was placed beside the doorbell button and said, "Security, please take him out of here. I don't want him here, anymore. Room 136. Connor Watson."

"Connor.." I trailed, looking at him.

"Fuck you."

And he slammed the door on my face, leaving me standing outside.

Two securities then came up and dragged me out from the apartment.

I was told that I was one of the blacklist under his name.

And with that, I will not see him again.

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Few weeks had passed and everything fucked up slowly

He changed his tutor.

I wasn't his tutor anymore.

I was replaced by this guy from my soon to be my ex college.

Connor blocked my number.

And I am leaving Chicago because my family called me, to go back to Michigan and reunite.

I'm going back to Michigan and I'm hoping to forget all this. Covering all the sadness with happiness which I know will be hurtful than killing ourselves.

And Emily? We are not a thing anymore. She don't even care whether I leave or not. She's just too crazy to finish her revenge. She's a psychopath.

I am now standing at the airport, waiting for my flight to be announced.

I typed my last text to Connor which he probably won't read. Or probably never received.

To: Connor

Connor, I hope you forgive me for all shits I've did to you. I missed you Connor. For real. Pls Connor, I want us to be together again. I really like you but I've made my decision, I'm going back to Michigan and.. I'm sorry.

I am really fucking sorry. I'm sorry.

Goodbye

I walked to my gate as my flight was called on the speaker.

I bit my lips, closed my eyes shut for a seconds and sighed, "I don't like him."

"I love him." I muttered.

But he wasn't mine anymore.

He was never mine

He hates me more than ever.

Probably forever

Because in a real relationship, once we did one step wrong, it'll vanished into thin air.

And sadly, I am one of the person who did the wrong step.

To:Connor

I love you.

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