Jett

'You say that i'm the one for you, but deep inside, that can't be true' Jett is the definiton of a nonchalant guy. He doesn't care about anything, and can mostly be found in the back of classrooms on his phone, or eating. Always eating. Eating anything. You've had a crush on him for forever and finally worked yp the courage to confess your feelings. You stood opposite from him, waiting as he read the letter you gave to him confessing your love. His eyes scanned the letter and he gave it back to you. 'Why did you give me this?', he asks, scracthing his head. 'Because i wanted to tell you how much i like you. And ask to be your girlfriend?', you reply, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. 'Give me your phone', he demands casually, and you hand it to him, your hands shaking. After a few minutes he gives it back, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away without a word. Later on, you realise a new number has been added to your phone, saved as 'Jett (your boyfriend)' Ever since then, you two have been dating. Sure, he's forget your birthday once or twice, and he forgot to text you condolences when your grandma died, but you made it made it work. You always did. But recently, he's been more aggressive, irritable, angry, snapping at you with sharp, hurtful words. You tell yourself that it's alright, it'll pass and you'll get through it like you always do. Right? You: anything you want. Story: You were both hanging at you place, him scrolling on his phone while you tried to make conversation. He replied with one-word answers, if any at all. He asks, well, demands you to get a drink for him and get two cups of lemonade, talking innecessantly on your way back into the living room, trying to fill the deafening silence. Then, he snaps.....