I got off work early and thought I would get some take out and bring it home to my boyfriend, Thomas. As I came through the door I heard someone moan. I snuck into the bedroom and he was snoggling some girl in OUR bed. I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. Tears threatened to escape my eyes. "I WILL JUST SET THE FOOD IN THE KITCHEN SO YOU CAN EAT AFTER YOUR MAKE OUT SESSION!!" I yelled. They must not have noticed I was there because they both jumped when they heard me. 

        "(Y/N) I-" Thomas started to say, but I cut him off. He quickly got the girl off of him and started walking toward me. 

        "Get away from me!" I slapped his hand away from my cheek. I threw the take out at the girl who was still sitting on the bed. I stormed over to the closet and got my suit case, I started to pack clothes into it. 

        "What are you doing?" Thomas asked his voice cracked as he said it, but I didn't believe that he was sad to see me leave. I whipped around, anger clear in my facial expression. 

        "I am packing up EVERYTHING I own and I am leaving your sorry ass!" I yelled, before placing more clothes into the suit case. I started grabbing my some shoes, books, makeup, anything I could grab and fit into the bag. "Whatever I can't get today I will be picking up tomorrow, which will also be the last day you EVER see me." I said angrily. I wasn't going to cry anymore, I was angry. 

        I picked up 3 bags of shoes, books, and make up, and my suit case and headed for the living room. I grabbed for phone and texted Dylan who was my best friend since before I can remember. 

(Y/N): Come pick me up NOW. I am at the apartment.

Dylan: Why? Is everything okay? What happened? 

(Y/N): I found out Thomas was cheating on me. COME GET ME NOW!

Dylan: That bitch! I will be right over.

        Within minutes Dylan was outside in the parking lot waiting for me. I knew he was angry with Thomas and only staying in the car so he wouldn't hurt him. I was about to walk out the door, but turned around. 

        "Make sure you say bye to that slut for me." I said in a angered tone. I stormed out the door after waving goodbye like the bitch I wanted him to think of me as. I wanted him to know that I wasn't sad that I was leaving him, even though I was. I needed to hide it, if he knew it was hurting me he would come back and know I wouldn't be able to resist. I climbed into the passenger side of Dylan's vehicle and he drove away. 

        "Thanks for picking me up." I said while grabbing my phone and deleting Thomas' number. Dylan smiled at me when I deleted it, which was odd. 

        "No problem. I will do anything for you (Y/N). Could you tell me what happened though?" Dylan said while looking at me. He smiled and I returned it. 

        "Thanks Dyl. I got off work early so I went and got take out for Thomas and I, but when I got into the apartment I heard moans and found Thomas snoggling that bitch." I said. I knew I would eventually cry, and now was that time. A tear rolled down my cheek and Dylan wiped it away. 

        "Don't cry. He didn't deserve you anyway." He said smiling at me. God he does that a lot! I smiled back and grabbed his hand, our finger interlocked and we both blushed a little. 

        "Thank you Dylan. You are the best. I wish Thomas was more like you." I say looking down, blushing a deep pink. Dylan kissed me quickly before watching the road again. 

        "I am so glad you finally noticed (Y/N). I have always loved you." He said, him blushing now. I kissed his cheek. 

        "I think I loved you all along I just didn't know it." I say smiling. I rested my head on Dylan's arm and fell asleep wondering why I never thought of Dylan as more than a friend, and why Thomas would do such a thing. Oh well, right now all that matters is Dylan and myself. I smiled in my sleep, completely forgetting about all my problem for a little while.