Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 26.

[ Chris' POV ]

"The damage is done"

Jessica finally texts me back after four hours full of anxiety. Ryan and Jack immediately called Bernardo after Ryan told the gang that I fucked up. They are now on a private jet to Brooklyn and they'll be here at 10 PM. So I still have two hours to calm Anna down and talk to her, since she will be freaked out by now.

I dial Jessica's number, not even trying Anna because I know she won't be answering me, and praying that Jessica will pick up. I remind myself that I have to be calm with Jessica too, which is hard to do because she basically went behind my back and told Anna. The little fucker.

"Chris," she breathes and sighs. 

"You fucking..." I sigh too and groan, "How did it go? What was her reaction and what did she say? Can I come over to talk?"

"She's fucking angry, Chris," Jessica whispers, "Jane and Chanel know as well. Anna never wants to see you or talk to you again. She's fuming. I can't even describe it."

"You fucking told Jane and Chanel?" I scream. Great, more people who know about the gang.

"Calm the fuck down. This is your fault and you should be thanking me that I fucking told her," she hisses, "I think that you should leave her alone for a few days. She will chop your dick off if she sees you." Jessica tends to cuss a lot when she's mad or annoyed, just like me. 

"I don't fucking care, Jack will do that anyway. Ryan and Jack are two hours away, they're on a fucking plane!" I shout. "Text me the fucking address, I'll go there now. God Dammit!"

"I don't think that's a good-."

"Thanks little sis," I groan and hang up. I'm so fucked. 

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[ Anna's POV ]

"Chris is coming over," Jessica announces while she walks into the room, "Jack and Ryan are flying over as well."

"He can fuck himself, honestly," I say. Four hours passed and I still can't process the fact that I got dragged into this mess. And all because grandpa's grandfather has some cabin in the middle of the woods, "Guys, my mom isn't answering her phone."

"We can talk to your grandparents later," Chanel waves aimlessly and sighs before furrowing her eyebrows, "you mean Jack, the leader of the gang? The one who hooked up with your best friend Lindsay after you almost died?"

"Thanks for bringing up my sad love life," Jessica smiles forced, something she has been doing for the past hours, "But yeah. Jack and Ryan, Chris' best friend."

"Don't even say his name. I'm not ready to face him. I have the urge to punch something or someone," I ball my fists to make a point. "I can't believe that he used me. For like, a month. Does Ella know?" I look worriedly at Jessica who shakes her head. I let out a sigh of relief, at least there's someone who isn't getting dragged into this. 

My phone buzzes and lights up again. I was too in shock that I didn't even realize that I've received twenty messages and six voicemails, all from Chris. 

We hear the loud sound of the doorbell. "Fuck," Jane mutters.

"We should at least hear him out, right?" Chanel says softly. Why does she have to be so goddamn sweet.

"Honey, I'm pretty sure Jessica covered everything," Jane says coolly, the opposite of Chanel's sweet voice, "He's got nothing to lose."

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[ Chris' POV ]

I arrive to Jane's house after Jessica texted me the address. She fucked everything up. Of course, it's my own fault but it's way easier to blame someone else. I agreed to this when I got into the gang.

I sigh and prepare for the yelling that I'm going to hear once I walk into that house. I would actually be pretty down if Anna never wants to talk to me again since I've grown fond of her company. She drives me nuts with her annoying questions, but I felt myself thinking about her when I'm not with her. Looking beside me, waiting for her stupid questions and remarks, waiting for her giggle and her smile.

I scoff and shake my head. I was actually fucking daydreaming about the girl I continue to call 'bitch'. I'm just too ashamed to admit that I like her. Maybe. A little bit then.

I ring the doorbell when I stand in front of the door and I wait nervously. Scratching my neck, my leg bumping up and down and my fingers drumming against my thigh. 

Jane opens the door with an grim expression and I fumble with my car keys. I was never this nervous normally.
"You fucking little shit," Jane hisses and narrows her eyes at me.

I raise my eyebrows and put my hands up. "I just wanna clear things up-," I get cut off by Jane slamming the door in my face. What the fuck?

I hear girls yell at each other and the front door opens again, this time it's getting opened by a very angry Anna.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Anna bumps her eyebrow and places a hand on her hip.

"Please...," I trail off, thinking about what I can say without getting the door slammed in my face, "I just wanna talk. Just give me a chance."

Anna scoffs and laughs sarcastically, I hate it when she does that. "After a month of lying, you can drop the act. Does it feel good that you don't have to be around me anymore? It's not like I will talk to my grandparents for you or your gang, just clearing up things. You can come in so you can tell your shit, so I can move on with my pathetic life."

"I don't want you to fucking move on! I need you and the information!" I yell. Shit, I'm such a whining bitch. Wanting something from someone and being angry at the same time is probably one of the hardest thing to do.

I sigh and walk past a fuming Anna, towards Jessica, who appeared behind Anna.

"Nice work, sis," I pat her shoulder and look her in the eyes. "Have fun seeing Jack again."

She licks her lips and says. "Have fun getting your ass kicked by Jack and Ryan." Jessica shakes my hand off her shoulder and turns around to walk towards, what I guess is, the living room. 

I see Jane and Chanel sitting on a couch in the neat room. They stop whispering as I walk in and Jane flips her hair before directing her attention to me. "You have some explaining to do, criminal boy."

I sigh and try to ignore the comment, sitting down.

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[ No one's POV really ]

Meanwhile, Jack and Ryan arrived in New York. They arrived early and are now waiting for a cab since they're still at the airport where their private jet landed. The perks of being rich is the fast traveling you can do. But of course, being in New York means waiting for a cab is hell. 

Ryan, who's thrilled he can see his best friend again, sees Jack drumming his finger against his thigh in a nervous way. "Are you nervous to face Jessica again?" Ryan asks Jack. He knows how serious their relationship was and Jack was devastated when he found out that Jes couldn't stay in LA.

"Kinda. She left in the middle of one of our fights," Jack smiles sadly and looks down at his backpack. Ryan insisted in staying for a week or so and Jack had someone to look after the business in the meantime.

"You can always work things out with her, you know," Ryan decides to give his friend some advice, instead of taunting him like he usually does. 

Jack laughs and raises his eyebrows, "Ryan Smith, are you fucking telling me what to do? Relationship advice? Man, get your own girlfriend so we can talk!"

Ryan isn't really the one who is fit for a relationship. Girls, emotions, those things are way too complicated for him. He's more like Jane in that way. Hookups and one-night-stands are their kind of thing.

[ A/N ]

I might start doing this whole 'no one's POV' thing.

Thank y'all sooo much for reading :)