I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

Entanglements O2

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"Jade? Who the fuck is Jade?" She whispered to herself while scrolling through the pictures.

Nudes, multiple pics of them in luxurious hotel rooms, the works.

Y/N completely forgot about his banging on the door until it swung open. August had fidgeted with the lock.

"Y/N. Gimme my phone." He said with his hand out for Y/N to place the phone in it.

"Not only were you with her that night, you're still fucking around with her." Y/N said, holding tight onto the phone.

"It's not even like that."

"Who the fuck is Jade, August?" She said through gritted teeth.

August placed his head in his hands as he sat on the bathtub. He looked up at Y/N, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, how about I find out myself," she proceeded to the contact list for her name in attempt to call her.

August's eyes got wide and he stood up, trying to get the phone from Y/N. "NO! No, I can explain."

"What the fuck are you explaining?" Y/N said in between tears, feeling like she had failed in this relationship. "You're literally still sleeping with her!"

August tried to calm her down but she wouldn't budge. They were fighting for dominance over the phone and it ended up in the toilet. Y/N feeling angrier than ever, decided to flush the toilet.

"Yo, what the fuck?!" August hovered over her, raising his voice.

"All those words were empty. They meant nothing," she sobbed, trying to wipe the tears that wouldn't stop falling.

"Baybeh, I meant every word I said. I'm sorry. She's just a crazy fan." He pleaded with his arm around her forearm.

"You came in late last night. You were with her, weren't you?"

Even though his facial expressions were sappy, Y/N could clearly see that it was all an act, thinking back to Travis' words.

DENY DENY DENY

"No, this time," she paused. "I'm done with you." She said before walking out the bathroom and into the closet to pack her stuff.

"Y/N, Y/N can we please talk about this?" August followed her around like a lost puppy.

She continued packing her stuff into a suitcase before heading out to go to her extra closet/glam room to fetch the rest of her stuff

August followed closely behind her, trying to stop her from opening the door.

"Wait, love, let's talk about this, Y/N—"

She paid him no mind and stormed closer as her hair bounced on her shoulders. She opened the door.

Another female. In. The. House.

"Oh my goodness," the other female stood up from the glam chair, instantly panicking.

It looked as if she had been sitting still, listening to them arguing.

"BITCH, ARE YOU DUMB?!" Y/N snapped, grabbing her by her hair. She pulled back as August held Y/N against the wall.

"I'm sorry, it isn't what it looks like!" She said in between heavy breaths.

"Jade, shut up!" August said all while pinning Y/N back.

She started crying. "I missed my flight. Aug did me a favor by letting me stay the night."

"BITCH DON'T GET SMART WITH ME, IT CLEARLY AIN'T YOUR THING. And you?" She looked at August, getting teary eyed again. "You're doing me... like this?"

Jade slipped into her shoes and ran off.

"She's a "crazy" fan, she's a "crazy fan! Get off me!"

"Baybeh I'm sorry. You know you're my backbone and I would go numb if I lost you. Please." He said as his accent slipped out.

"No, don't do that! I am sick and tired of this stigma around Black women having to be 'strong'. I can take a lot of shit but I won't take this!"

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Y/N had been on the road for hours, just driving, crying, screaming, getting it all out. She stopped at the filling station at a close by neighborhood and got out the SUV for some fresh air.

She had her hair in a messy bun, sweats on and her eyes were puffy as ever. She got some skittles and a bottle of water.

"I'll get it," the man behind her said. "Y/N?"

A fake smile popped up on her face. She failed dismally at hiding her sadness. "Mikai? Hey. It's been a while."

"You good?" He asked, getting concerned.

"I will be." She stuttered a bit, fighting the tears. They walked out the store to Y/N's car.

"You wanna talk about it? I walked here so I don't mind."

She shrugged. "Not here. Can't we go to your house or something?"

"Of course."

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Y/N was busy explaining everything to Mikai, more like sobbing through it.

"He still hasn't changed huh?" He asked, more to himself, unsurprised at all.

"I know y'all are homies so you should know."

"Actually... we kinda stopped talking after Miami. He's hella selfish. Still got love for him though, but he's put you through so much. I'm sorry." He genuinely said.

It went silent for a while and Mikai was comfortable with it, seeing that Y/N was beyond vulnerable but as the saying goes, a shoulder to cry on...?

They locked eyes and Y/N leaned in. She wanted to.

"Y/N... no. This- This isn't right." Mikai slowly moved her hand off his face.

"I just wanna forget about him," she got into his lap, beginning a heavy make out session.

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Done.

Sorry for any errors.

Part 3? 👀