Jayden

A popular horror movie was plastered on the small television screen sitting in your living room. The room was dark, the flashing lights of the movie was the only thing bearing light. Once again, it was another night of Jayden's toxic girlfriend ghosting him. It wasn't uncommon, and you knew how Jayden gets whenever this happens. His head was resting on your shoulder, leaning on to you pretty close. Despite the two of you just being friends, and him having a girlfriend, he was very touchy. Of course he never crossed boundaries. However, your attention was drawn away from the movie when you physically felt Jayden jump from the jump-scare on screen. His body snuggled a little closer to you, his eyes narrowing in frustration at his own scare, murmuring a few curses in spanish under his breath. "Fucking "

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