2 Enough is Enough

"Omg Scott, you are so good; you are so much more of a man than Drake is; oh fuck; please give me more; put it all in; more please; I am so close."

(End Flashback)

"Why are you even with that weakling?" The voice of Scott was heard through the door.

"He was just so cute." "He was always glancing at me and trying to impress me, so I gave him a chance, but you never left my thoughts." Jean groaned more as she was talking.

"Just leave him and I will leave Emma, as she isn't letting me fuck her, and remember we are always meant to be together." 

As soon as Scott said that Drake flinched and begged in his mind, she didn't say yes.

"Yes, yes, of course I will leave him for you; he means nothing to me and never has." She answered, and with that, the sound of kissing reached Drake's ears.

Drake closed the door quietly and held on to the handle tightly. He stood there with an emotionless face, just looking forward but also looking at nothing, and then walked away almost robotically.

Emma collapsed on the floor crying as she not only heard them but could hear Scott's thoughts on how it was all true that he didn't love her; he only wanted her body. She wiped her tears and stood up with anger in her eyes, walked to the door, ripped it from the hinges, and walked in.

Both Scott and Jean jumped in surprise, separating from the kiss, and looked at the door and saw Emma there, and all the colour left Scott and Jean's faces.

How could you do this to me? "I loved you, Scott, and you decided to fuck Jean not only behind my back but also Drake's." Emma picked Scott up and slammed him into the wall, and then she looked at the barely covered Jean.

"How could you do this to him, Jean?" "He loved you."

Jean grew angry as she coldly replied.

"No, he didn't." Scott told me the reason he was going out late was that he was cheating on me with some slut.

Emma looked at Jean like she was crazy and then immediately pulled Scott out of the wall and hovered him in front of them.

"What did you do?" Emma said darkly to Scott.

"He was a weakling, and he didn't deserve Jean, so I made sure he didn't have her instead, which I did all night long." Scott smiled smugly as Emma looked disgusted at him and knocked him out.

"Jean, I can't believe you fell for his lies. Drake wasn't cheating on you; he was training day and night in hopes of becoming worthy of you and worthy to stand next to you because he truly loved you.

Jean dropped to her knees and started to cry, and as she looked down, she saw a picture of him and her kissing, but the glass was shattered due to her and Scott having sex.

"Please Emma I beg you, don't tell him; I can't lose him. He loved me not for my looks but for me.

Emma looked down pathetically at Jean.

"I didn't come here alone, Jean; he already knows; it's over for both of you."

Emma left a wide-eyed Jean as she quickly got dressed and rushed out to find him; she sent pychic sonar to find him and sensed him leaving outside.

"DRAKE!! "Wait please, let me explain." Jean burst through the front doors, seeing Drake at the end of the courtyard. The sun had nearly set, leaving the courtyard dark.

As soon as she said this, he froze in place, started to shake, and began talking.

"Then explain to me what happened, you slut!" He exploded in sudden anger and started to walk back to Jean.

His eyes were a glowing yellow, which contrasted with the darkness that surrounded him.

"Because what I saw was my girlfriend, not my ex-girlfriend." 

Jean flinched when he called her his ex.

"-moaning and jumping on someone else's dick, begging for more and more!"

He began to get closer and closer, pushing her back until she fell over and he was standing over her.

"So tell me, slut." Why? Drakes flared a brighter yellow before dimming again.

"Pleaes i still love you, Drake I didn't mean what I said—please forgive my small misstep this time—and she started to cry, which Drake just laughed at.

"A small mistake is forgetting to pick something up at the store or making a mess in our rooms, but you fucked another man, and this definitely wasn't the first time that explains all the cancellations and me being ignored, so accept it; we are over!" he firmly told her as he walked away again.

'Betrayed him'

'Harmed him'

Drake loved you.

'Hes leaving'

Don't let him go.

"Don't let him go."

She stood up with rage in her eyes, but a fire burned with it.

"You're not going anywhere, my love," Jean said, getting Drake's attention, but before he could even turn, he was constrained and picked up off the floor, and Jean walked to the middle of the courtyard.

"Let me go, you bitch," Drake pleaded without reward.

"Now, now, that isn't a way to talk to your girlfriend, is it now?" Jeans' voice sang bittersweetly to Drake.

Her hold tightened around him, making him grit his teeth.

"But it's fine, I will just alter your memories, and you will forget the mistake I made, and we can live happily ever after; doesn't that sound nice, my love?" She got close to his face and forced him to kiss her, then brought her hands closer to his head to alter him forever.

Time seemed to slow down as he saw her hands grow ever closer and knew if she did this, it would be like it never happened or, moreover, like he never found out.

"What if she does it again?" "I have to live knowing I will be in love with her again."

His mind was forced to replay all the times she blew him off, the time he put himself in the hospital to get stronger for her, and then her words repeated in his mind.

"He means nothing to me and never has."

No matter how much he tried to think about what she said, it stuck front and centre in his mind in a myriad of ways.

He first tried denying it, convincing himself it was just a dream, but he woke up to reality and saw it was real.

Second, he felt anger at how she could do this, but mostly at how he allowed this to happen, how he failed.

Thirdly, he tried to think that maybe he could get her back by showing her how good he is, but he stopped this quite quickly as he knew she never cared, so it was pointless.

Fourthly, he fully grasped everything that just happened and realised it was all for nothing, that no matter what he did, he was always second choice, if not just a place holder, just warming the seat for every other guy that wanted a turn on Jean.

Usually, going through these feelings leads to acceptance, but not for Drake; there was no chance of him just accepting what she did to him.

What he felt was RAGE!