Meghan's POV
I woke up and it was 10am, noelle was asleep next too me and i decided not too wake her up, her and aaron never fight but i am sure they will be okay.
after laying in my bed looking at twitter for a half hour i got up and went into Johnson's room, he was shirtless and on his phone.
"hey, why is noelle here?" he asked as i climbed into his bed.
"her and aaron, they got in a fight. she's gonna be here just for a little bit." i said and he nodded putting his phone down on the side table.
"you doing okay?" he asked and i nodded crawling towards him getting under the covers.
i hate how everyone always asks if i am doing okay, when im always doing okay. I've been through hell and back, and i am still doing okay.
well the thing is, i was doing okay.. i was doing better then okay. But of course he had to be at that dinner and call me a slut, he always says shit he doesn't mean out of spite.
"am i a slut?" i asked johnson.
"far from one," he said
i really don't think i am a slut, I had sex one time with my ex boyfriend in high school, and i only kissed him, sammy, and johnson, oh and if you count me pressing my lips against Taylor's but he let go.
"thanks for always being here for me" i said turning to him, he smiled. the smile i love so much.
i kept saying to myself that kissing johnson will not make the pain go way from seeing sammy.
i quickly moved away giving him a small smile and leaving the room before something happened.
i went into my room and saw noelle was awake, she had a frown on her face and I honestly feel really bad for her. I know what she's going through and i am kinda going through the same thing.
"it gets better," i said and she forced out a smile.
"well, i know you and aaron.. you'll be fine. you just need to talk to him" i said
maybe they were just too perfect? they never fight.. and since they had this fight it just blown up.
i sat on the bed and saw that i had a text from sammy. why is he texting me?
my stomach dropped and i quickly opened the text.
'i need to talk to you, i know you don't want to talk but i won't take no for an answer' the text read
"sammy wants me to talk to him" i said and she rolled her eyes.
"he's such a bull shitter" she said and i nodded and agreed.
"i still want to know what he has to say"
maybe he wants to apologize? even if he does it doesn't make it okay to call me a slut when i was just getting over him.
"im gonna go," i said going into the bathroom to look better.
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after i was done getting dressed i asked johnson to take his car for me to look for a job, I shouldn't have lied but he wouldn't want me seeing sammy.
when i got to the apartment that we once shared i actually thought i was going too pass out or something. But i need to be strong and just get this over with.
i knocked on the door and he opened it standing there looking so damn hot, i really wish he wasn't so attractive. this would be so much easier.
"hey," he said as i walked in and he closed the door.
"i am so sorry about calling you that, your not a slut. your really not" he said walking towards me and i backed up.
"i am so sorry for everything that i have done to you. everything. not even just me having sex with Andrea or kissing mallory, just the things i said to you. or when you lost your job," he said walking towards me more and i felt frozen. I couldn't even move.
he grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes, "i fucked up, i am so fucked up. i am such a horrible person for treating you like shit." he said rubbing his thumb on my hand.
"no sammy, your not doing this" i said moving my hands from his and backing more away from him.
"doing what? i am apologizing for being such a dick too you."
"you don't understand how depressed i was, well i still am. that dinner that i went too was the first time i actually left the house. I was fucking laying in bed thinking of you and hating myself for what i did. While your partying at the o2l house and not even missing me" he said almost screaming
his words made tears fall from my eyes, i honestly thought he was partying and fucking girls.
"it sucked knowing you moved on and didn't care about me," he said.
"i didn't move on, i fucking tried too. i tried to keep myself busy, i even tried kissing johnson to get you out of my head but it didn't work." I said being 100 % honest with him.
"then why won't you just come back home?" he asked.
"this isn't my home sammy, all we did was fight and all you did was treat me like shit. i am not going through this shit again. it's like a fucking roller coaster with you."
he put his hands through his hair and he looked like he was about to cry.
"im gonna go, I shouldn't have came here.." I said walking towards the door.
"why can't you just forgive me?" he asked
"fine sammy, i forgive you. but I'm not going to be with you. ever." i said quickly leaving the apartment and getting back to the car.
