Chapter Nine: A Distant Memory

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December of 2021:

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Jack threw down his can angrily.

Shawn was throwing one of his biggest parties of the year for New Years Eve. I could barely make eye contact with Jack. He was so angry. 

"I leave you alone for five seconds and you're all over some random guy?" He yelled.

The party began to go quiet, and the "guy" stood behind me, raising his hands above is face in fear. The guy and I were simply having a conversation, before he drunkenly leaned in to kiss me, which I quickly declined. 

"Jack" my voice was soft and low "you're making a scene."

Jack cursed under his breath and brushed past me, his shoulder sending me nearly to the ground. Annie caught me and angrily stared back at Jack. Lily was right beside her and quickly chased after Jack. I felt a tear run down my face and I rested my head on Annie's shoulder. We walked down the steps together and headed into the guest room, where we normally stayed after Shawn's parties. Makeup strained down my face as I sobbed into my palms, and Annie went to run a bath for me. She walked me into the bathroom where I slipped into the hot water, and I dipped my head in, washing the makeup from my face. Annie sat behind me, tying my hair up into a bun and stroking my shoulders as I cried to her. 

"He's just drunk, Ava." She whispered to me.

I didn't care. I hated that he didn't trust me, and even worse, that he made such a scene in front of everyone. I heard the door open, and  Annie got up and headed over. Whispers filled the room, and I still couldn't tell who was in with her. That was until Shawn's figure emerged into the bathroom. He looked like a drunken fool, stumbling every other step. He looked down at me sadly, and nearly slipped in the tub with me. 

"Jack's an asshole. He's missing out. Don't listen to him."

Shawn was one of the most emotionless boys I'd ever met. For once, he genuinely cared. That felt good to me. I smiled up at him, and he patted me on the head. 

"Get to bed, Shawn." Annie rolled her eyes, forcing Shawn out of the room. 

"Oh, Ava. In a perfect world he'd be able to move his eyes from you to me." She sighed, watching him disappear into the darkened hallway. 

Her words caught me off guard. Shawn and I had always been friends, and strictly that. Regardless, I had always tried to put in a good word for Annie to Shawn. He just never wanted anything other than a hookup. I guess I was wrong.

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