Chapter 9

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Athena's POV-

Alaska ran out of the room before anyone could say anything.

Anger boiled inside of me. How could he? that bastard! She was just wondering it was curiosity. It wasn't like she asked him to take drugs or go jump off a bridge with a million pounds on him. He was overacting.

"You fucking bastard!" Yell at like who snaps his head to glare at me

"You fucking bastard!" I yell again this time I stand up yell in his face "that's my best friend! She does love you and it looks like you don't deserve her! You don't know how many nights she has cried over you! You don't know and don't tell me you don't care because I'm done with the crap you keep saying. Don't talk to her or go near her or else I will bash your face up your ass!"

I didn't wait for his response and I ran up to Alaska's room. She locked her door so I had to knock.

"Alaska open the door for me please." I beg pounding my fists on the door.

"Go away." I hear her say

"Alaska open the door or else I'll kick it down myself." I say pounding on the door.

After a moment I hear the lock click and the door swing open.

You know when people cry with mascara on and it runs. Well it was ten times worse then that. Alaska decided to wear eyeshadow too. It literally drips down your face like hot wax.

I bit my lip from gasping. I have never seen Alaska like this before I mean the last time she was crying over a boy it was over Seth.

"Oh come here babe." I say enveloping her in a hug and letting her cry into my cardigan.

"He-he-he" she sobs "no. He doesn't love me anymore."

"Well he did and he still does I think." I say trying to comfort her. "What about we go to my house okay."

She nods smearing her eye shadow in my cardigan. "I'm sorry about your cardigan." She mutters.

I chuckle "you know what." I take the cardigan off. "Here you can have it. Now let's go."

She nods "let me just clean up and get a few things."

I nod and leave the room. I walk down the stairs quietly because I can hear the guys talking.

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