reality check

                                    

                                          
a/n: 2000 words y'all..... buckle up
oakleys pov
i stood here bored outta my mind, posing for a few pictures on the carpet at the VMAs. a few minutes go by and i walked to a different side of the carpet for more pictures. 
whilst walking, i brushed shoulders with none other than jack harlow. we exchanged a nod and carried on individually. after, most of us outside were moved inside of the venue for seating. 
some executive sat me down somewhere and more people surrounded me. taylor swift, selena gomez, ice spice, doja cat... sheesh. 
ice approached me with a blank expression. she then sat next to me and immediately i felt awkward. doja was right on the other side of her. i scratched my head and i decided to walk away to find a bathroom. 
i entered a bathroom and went to rinse my hands off, to almost symbolically clear my conscious. i wiped my face and stared down at the sink. someone entered the restroom but i stayed staring down.
''hey, funny seeing you here" i heard a voice break the silence. i looked up into the mirror and spotted jack harlow a couple feet behind me. i cleared my throat and replaced my anxious expression with a calm one. i stayed quiet. 
jack approached a sink a few down from me and washed his hands too. he began fixing his curls, looking into the mirror in front of him. "so cench... how're you and pau?" jack asked. i raised a brow. "what?"
"how are you both, like relationship wise" jack smirked. "well firstly, only i get to call her pau. secondly, we're great, why do you ask?" i replied, shifting my body to face his. i crossed my arms and leaned on the sink.
"do you think sleeping with another woman contributes to improving your relationship?" jack said, drying his hands. he smiled. what the fuck did he just say? my heart just about dropped to my ass. 
"w-what do you mean?" i reluctantly asked. jack took a step closer to me and faced the mirror, adjusting his suit. "word travels fast in this industry, cench" jack answered. "oh, and pau's flying into new jersey tomorrow to visit me."
my blood began boiling. i scoffed to myself. before jack could walk off, i could hear him mutter, "better tell her before i do."
the rest of the award show, my mind was stuck the situation. i felt so stupid and weak. all i could think about was paulina leaving me. and how i single handedly fucked it all up.
jack was right. i should tell her myself. the real question was when i'd do it. 
the show ended and i was ready to leave. a few people came up to me, greeting me, and i did my best to politely converse with them. still, i was distracted with my thoughts. i met up with my manager and rode back to the hotel with him.
i regret what i did with doja. it was all a drunken mistake. and now i have to live with it. i thought this ended when i was with madeline, but my commitment issues run deep. 
i thought i could do better.

paulina's pov
i didn't hear from oakley almost all day today. i got home from work a bit ago, and i was just sitting on my couch watching a show.
something was off. i just knew it. my girlfriend senses were tingling and i knew i had to get to the bottom of it asap. i leave for new york tomorrow, and i know by lurking i'm losing sleep, but i didn't care.
in the middle of me opening instagram to check his comments for anything, i got a text from jack.