Deja Vu | ✔️

Part Four - Overreact

*TW: MENTIONS SA*

His POV //

She drove off. She's mad, she didn't mean any of that.

I got into my car and drove straight to my best friends house, he'll know what to make of this bullshit.

I walked into his house, he was on his couch. "Okay, I've been waiting for you. Say it" he said. He has?

I grabbed him by the collar, "What the fuck does that mean? You expected she'd overreact?" I yelled.

He simply stared at me, "Just sit down and listen, you're proving her point" he said calmly.

I sat on the couch opposite him, I'm too pissed to listen.

"Tell me, how was the relationship? In your eyes how was it?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Perfect? Amazing? Loving? So I fucking thought" I spat, running my hands through my hair.

I should text her. Wait she blocked me, so fucking convenient.

He shook his head, "That's how you see it. But her, god you fucking put her through hell and that's the truth; take it. You didn't let her do anything, wear whatever made her feel good, you never listened to her. You kept her a secret, no one even knew you guys were together"

That's bullshit. I treated her like a Queen, I gave her everything. I never fucking hurt her.

"Only because I didn't want guys hitting on her!" I rebutted.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "That's all you took out of what I said? Bro, c'mon. That's your problem, you blamed HER whenever she got hit on. You blamed her for everything because she would take it. She's fed up with your bullshit. I told you she looked great, not because of her outfit or whatever, because of her face. She didn't have bags anymore, her eyes didn't have tears just waiting to spill and her smile was genuine" he responded.

He doesn't know what he's talking about. He wasn't in our relationship, we were private. He doesn't understand her.

"You don't know shit about our relationship" I mumbled, leaning back against the couch. This is all a misunderstanding.

He snickered, making me look at him again.

"I'm your best friend, you tell me everything. Remember that time you accidentally elbowed her in the face? You didn't even look at her. I was the only one who asked if she was okay. Remember when she confided in you about how she almost got sexually assaulted? You blamed her, you talked about her like she was a whore, begging for it" he continued, as if it were hurting him too.

I stood up, gripping onto my keys but he levelled with me, his eyes screaming for me to stay put.

"Now, I can get here here but the only way that's happening is if you fucking apologise to the poor girl" He warned, pointing his finger at me. 

What does he care. He doesn't know shit, this is between her and I.

But she would trust him, she would come if he asks her to and I could win her back, perfect. 

"Okay fine" I mumbled, sitting on the couch. 

My phone, I have all our photos so i looked through them, reminiscing about our relationship. 

After about 10 minutes, we both heard a car pull up so we jumped up.

"I'll get it" Flynn muttered, making his way to the door. 

I could've done it, she would come in and all would be fine. Is he trying to steal her?