A/N: IT IS FINALLY OVER.

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"Braydin, we need to talk."
The brunette's heart ached, lodged in his throat. He knew things were bound to go haywire. "Yes, my love?"
Titus took the hands of his partner and looked him deep in the eyes, an ocean blue colliding with a forest green.
"Braydin, I can't keep doing this," Titus whispered and furrowed his eyebrows, "I'm sorry."
"But you have to, I can't live without you," Braydin gasped, reaching forward to cup Titus' face.
Titus's stare turned cold as ice. "Why is Brooklynn pregnant?"
"It wasn't me, she's cheating on me with Jack," Braydin urged, "The only time I've... sixth period, that's the only..."
The blond slapped his hands away. "They never fucked. Unless you don't know something, it's yours and we're fucking done."
"But... Titus, please! I love you, not her!" Tears streamed down Braydin's face, dripping off of his chin.
"Unfortunate. I loved you, but you couldn't get over yourself and now you got a girl pregnant. I can't believe you, Braydin." Titus pushed him away, and stared at him through the front door. "Keep my shit. We're done."

"I wanna drink tonight," Brooklynn complained, sprawling out on Braydin's lap, "Why are you such a grumpy pants?"
"Wouldn't drinking hurt the baby?" Braydin looked down, concern and hurt upon his face.
Brooklynn looked confused for a moment, but then nodded and let out an ahh. "Oh, I'm not actually preggers."
    "...What?"
    She let out a hearty laugh. "It was a dare! Baby, how could you actually think...?!"

    "Get out of my house."
    "Braydin, love," She sat up, cooing, "It's not a big deal. You're so dramatic."
    Braydin's gaze filled with anguish, reliving the pain of being stripped of his lover as he realized that it was truly for no reason. Brooklynn looked at him like he just started break dancing out of nowhere, confused and nervously laughing.
    "You're not my girlfriend anymore. Get out of my house."
    "It can't be that serious, Braydi–"
    "GET OUT!"
    She stared at him, now startled at the shout. "Don't text me, delete everything about me, and never show up again. Get out. You're a fucking liar and all you do is hurt people, I don't want you in here. You absolute fucking bitch."
    She shouted, frustrated, but then shrieked in pain when Braydin grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the front door, tearing out hundreds of strands at a time in the process. He pushed her onto the front porch and locked the door.
    As soon as he finished, he slid down the door, placing a feeble hand on it as he began sobbing. The other hand was speedily dialing in a number on his phone.
    "...Braydin?" Titus's voice rang out from the other end of the line.
    "Take me back. She isn't pregnant. I left her. Please, Titus, I need you. Come back." Inconsolable, Braydin whimpered and sobbed all he could before breaking down completely. "I love you."
    Silence. Then, Titus started laughing.
    "Dude," he slurred, "I am so fucking coked up right now. Is this real?"

Titus slumped against the wall in his room, laughing slowly and itching at his nose since the white powder around his nostrils peppered it and made him itchy.
    "Wh– yes, it's real!!" Braydin sobbed again, "Come back, Titus! Please!!"

    "Haha... no."
    Titus envisioned Braydin's pout, just all snotty and tearful. "But... why not?"
    "My white angel already came for me, I don't need anyone else." Titus began to laugh hysterically. "We're nothing, Braydin. Goodbye."
    The line fell dead. Titus leaned over, breathed in another line steadily filed on the table, and slumped over. He fell asleep.

Brooklynn was at a loss for words.
    She stared down at her phone. There was a group chat she was added to by Kai, and the single message was three photos.
    One of her on Jack's lap, him kissing her neck and his hands on her thighs. Her smile was huge, and she remembered that day almost perfectly. Just a few weeks ago.
    One of Jack and Titus, wearing their football gear making out in the locker rooms. Their hair was disheveled and Jack was bright red, hands grasping Titus's face. She noticed a bracelet on Titus' wrist, one she had seen Braydin slip into his pocket and she for once hadn't made a comment on upon seeing it.
    One of Jack and Braydin, at the playground hugging each other in matching 'I Love My Boyfriend' shirts and blue jeans. Hickeys were all over Braydin's neck, she noted as she gazed at Jack leaning down and licking one of them. Those were the hickeys he had tried to convince her that they were ones she left the night before, and that she just got too drunk to remember it.
    "June seventh, August tenth, and August fifteenth," Read out Kai's message. "This is sad."
    Kai sent a final photo, him and Brooklynn kissing and holding each other in her room. Her hair was in braids and her nails were massaging his scalp, fingers entangled in his curly brown hair. "This isn't the only one I have like this, I just had to pick my favorite. I feel REALLY bad already for getting caught up with cheaters, but if I can say something about all of you, then I'm gonna have so much fucking fun doing it."
    A panicked spam from Braydin sent it, claiming that's AI, it's not real, anything to save face. All Kai said in response is, "No, it's real. So is the coke Titus is buying from a ton of sevvies, someone check on him!"
    Then, Kai left the group chat.
    Brooklynn couldn't piece this together. Braydin was cheating on her with Titus and Jack, Titus was cheating on him with Jack, and she was cheating on Braydin with Jack and Kai? Titus was doing cocaine? What a fucking mess.
    Things are miserable. She walked to Braydin's house, and by four A.M. she arrived. They fought, they cried, and they kissed.
Soon, Braydin regret everything. She was kicked out again, and he sat in bed, hitting his own head on the wall. A dizzy sensation curled its way up his spine, and his vision blanked as soon as it hit his brain.

It's an early Sunday morning. Braydin's in bed, curled up and asleep. The light pushes through the blinds, causing Braydin to sleepily be awoken.