*Jack's POV*
I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I can't even remember why I started drinking and partying again. It just happened. And then I couldn't stop, I didn't really want to either. I lost the love of my life because I decided to get drunk and high every night instead of coming home to her. I really fucked up this time. She's never going to want me back unless I prove to her that I've changed. By the time I change, Sam will have already swooped in and snatched her up. He still loves her, and with me screwing up, now's his chance. Maybe she's better off with him. At least I know he won't hurt her the way I did.
I pull into Nate's driveway and get out.
"So how'd it go?" He asks.
"If I'm here, how do you think it went?"
"Not good."
"Yeah."
"Well I'm sorry bro but you kind of did this to yourself."
"Yeah I know. Thanks for the reminder. As if I don't already feel shitty enough today."
"Dude, I'm sorry but you really don't have anyone else to blame."
"I know Nate! Alright? I know." I say as I start to tear up.
I never cry around the guys, but I just can't help it anymore. Nate comes over and hugs me, and then he helps me get the rest of the boxes out of my car. I guess I'll be staying with him for a while.
"Thanks again Nate for letting me crash here."
"Yeah sure man, not a problem. Just try and take care of yourself, okay?"
"Okay."
I set myself up in Nate's guest bedroom. I walk out and see Nate bringing some girl into his room.
"You might want to put some music on or something." He says with a wink as he closes the door.
Great. Why did I think it would be a good idea to stay with Nate?
*Sam's POV*
Alyssa's been hurting for the past couple of months because of Jack, so I'm glad she finally got rid of him. Maybe now she'll finally smile again.
I walked into her room to check on her.
"Hey princess."
"Hey Sam."
"How are you doing?"
"How do you think I'm doing? I just broke up with the love of my life" she says trying not to sob immediately.
"I know. I'm sorry princess. I wish I would've been able to get through to him."
"Whatever Sam, it's over. Can we not talk about him anymore?"
"Sure."
I turn to walk out, but she stops me.
"Sam, will you come lay with me?"
"Of course."
I climb into her bed and cuddle up next to her. I can see the tears she's trying to hide. She rolls over so that she's not facing me anymore. I don't know what else to do for her other than to rub her back. I feel so bad. I want to help but I don't know what to do. These next few weeks are going to be rough.
