My Love For A Soldier|Completed|

6

ADDISON'S P.O.V.

The next day or so I have been locked up  in my bedroom all day on my bed just staring at my somewhat nicely made bed. 

I been going to school, Miranda tries to talk with me but I just go the other way go to class or go sit outside whenever it's lunch time. 

I was outside reading a book called After We Collided.

Couple Hours Later 

I looked at her with a glare on my face and went back to talking with Zoey. Miranda tried to talk about something and I just annoy her. 

I don't care anymore if she wants to go and cheat on my boyfriend and not tell me then whatever. 

*Addy please talk to me* Miranda said to me with a pout on her face. 

I tried to look the different way not facing her to resist the puppy dog looks on her face with the pout and the big eyes. 

"FINE YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S WRONG! HOW COULD YOU BE DATING MAX BEHIND MY BACK" I yelled at her with tears in my eyes. 

"How could you think that Addison!? Your suppose to be my best friend! I wouldn't backstab you in the back girl. I don't like Max like that I think of him as brother but nothing more. He wanted me to tell you that he couldn't make it to the dance. But you were to stupid to even ask me!" Miranda said to me hurtly and then when got to the stupid part my eyes went wide I feel even more guilty and now hurt even more. 

"If I'm so stupid Miranda how about you get the fuck out of here" I said to her pissed off giving her glare. 

"Addy please I didn't mean it " She said to me with sorry in her voice. 

"Just go  Miranda! Leave Now!" I yelled to her, she picked up her back and ran out of the room with what looks like tears in her eyes. 

"I can't believe you would do that Addison. Miranda and the school was actually going to surprise you with Max coming home to you but his boss cancelled there plane ride back here cause they went back into war. For right now you are off our table for a week" Zoey said picking up her purse walking out the door. 

Now my two best friends hate my guts. 
 

I was left alone in the lunch room thinking of everything that happened.