NOT MY FAULT PT. 2

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"i'd be lying if i said i didn't still have feelings for you."



It had been a total of five days since you last saw Drew. A total of five days since you and Drew fought (rather loudly) in Chase and Madelyn's kitchen, which you could not have been more embarrassed about.

  You and Drew found it incredibly difficult to co-exist since the breakup, but never had you ever fought like that. It was infuriating—he was infuriating. But why?

Why couldn't the two of you just move on for the sake of being professional? Why couldn't you two be friends again and not have to force yourselves to not scream at the other when you saw them?

  Despite how mad you were at Drew, you'd be lying if you said you had already moved on, and had zero feelings for him. In a way, him being in a relationship (with a girl who was very much present, in the worst way possible, for a good portion of your relationship with Drew) only made you even more mad because there was no way you could get back together. Problem number one.

  For Drew, he'd convinced himself that he had gotten over you. He felt that getting himself into a new relationship was a way to help him move on, and he'd told himself it worked. Obviously, his feelings for you were still very much relevant, and he couldn't ignore that. Problem number two.

And so, as time went on, repressed feelings for each other were still present in both of your lives, and you just pretended like it wasn't.

And that was... frustrating.

  It was so frustrating that you didn't know how to deal with it, so you both just took it out on each other and blamed it on the messiness of the breakup.

  Currently, standing on set filming Outerbanks, you were getting rather heated.

  "Oh my god. The line is so easy, y/n! How many takes is it gonna take you to get it right?" Drew told you, raising his voice in a way that made everyone else on set scared. You fumed with anger.

  You were so ready to yell at him, but taking a look at some of the scared faces on the crew members, you took a deep breath and released the fists your hands had created.

  "I need a break." You turned to Jonas, the director of the show, and he nodded and let you have some space. Drew rolled his eyes, and mumbled something under his breath that you couldn't bother to listen to.

  You clenched your jaw, and your nostrils flared as you stomped off set and headed towards the dock overlooking the marsh—your safe space.

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