We're In This Together

9. Hurt People Hurt People

Two weeks ago.

Charlie's POV

"Jake?"

Fuck!

There is no way in hell, no way in actual fucking hell that I got drunk enough to sleep with my ex. Was he the one who I was dancing on, last night? Was he the one who grinded his hard-on on my ass?

Oh my fuck, I think I might actually puke.

As I see his blonde and messy hair move around as I said his name, old memories come to play. I remember all the times that we've slept together before, how he was a terrible kisser but amazing at giving head. I remember how after every time we had sex, he would always start to ignore me. He would always go on his phone or call one of his friends. I mean, we would cuddle, but he would be on the phone while we did, or he would be playing video games.

It's now that I realize...he might've left me, but maybe for once him leaving me was a good thing.

But here I am, in his fucking bed, staring at his muscular back, wishing I could go back in time.

Fucking hell.

I call his name one more time, "Jake?"

In response, he moves around a bit again, acting as if he's asleep but I know he isn't because of the slight hint of a smirk on his face. Now, I'm pissed.

I shove my hands against his back, causing him to move a bit and curse under his breath. "Ow! What the fuck?"

"Jake Florence! I swear to fucking God!" I scream and he finally gets up, that smirk wiped off his face once he saw me.

I'm guessing he realized I wasn't just another one of his fucks. "Charlie? What are you doing here?"

About to scream his head off, I don't. I take a deep breath and try my best to ask him in a calm tone, "Jake, I need you to try to remember last night. Please. Did we, or did we not fuck?"

Instead of being a nice person and actually trying to go through his brain before responding, he fucking laughs his ass off, his head leaning back.

"Oh my god, Charlie. Are you that stupid? Look at you!" He says, pointing at what I'm wearing and then points to his shirtless upper-half, the rest of him covered by the sheets. "Obviously, we fucked!"

No. No, no, no. There's still a chance, right? There's still a chance that I didn't sleep with my ex and possibly ruined everything with Roxy, right? There's got to be a chance. There's no way I was that stupid, last night. No way. No way was I so stupid that I slept with this asshole. No way. No way.

Ohh, fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck. Holy hell. What the actual fuck have I gotten myself into?

I can't. Oh my god. I'm gonna cry. He can't see me cry.

I get out of the bed and start searching for my clothes, grabbing my shorts as I say, "This didn't mean anything. I hate your guts." Once the clothes are on my body and I quickly put on my heels, I tell him, "Go burn in hell," before I leave.

Fuck.

***

Present time.

Roxy's POV

The anger, the rage...that I'm experiencing, right now, is one I haven't felt in a long time. One I haven't felt ever since the first time my dad laid his hands on my mom.