Next day:
I was on the sofa, flicking rough the tv channels, nothing good on the tv. The door suddenly opened and Darry was there, breathing hard.
"W-What's wrong?" I asked, jumping out of my seat.
"It's Danny. He's been in an accident," He said.
"NO!" I yelled, rushing out with Darry.
We soon reached the hospital. Some other boy was there, looking as if he was just as worried about him as I was.
"Is he gonna be okay?" the oy asked.
I should have been asking that question, not him. e's not Darry's boyfriend…
"You're boyfriend i going to be okay," he said.
I glared at the boy. BOYFRIEND. No way in hell was he Danny's boyfriend, no way.
"Who do you think you are?" i snarled at him.
"WHo do YOU think you are? This is y boyfriend of a year and you're telling me Who am I?" the boy spat back.
"No he's not. He's my boyfriend for a year. He is mine," I snarled.
"It's our anniversary two weeks," The boy said.
"So… is mine…" I said, the whole situation sinking into my head.
"Y…You're with him swell…" I whispered.
"Yes. He's mine," The boy said.
I looked at Danny. He looked so beautiful sleeping, but right now I felt like killing him.
"That's why he's acting so cold towards me…" i whispered.
"He's been cheating.."