chapter 29

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krista

"you slept with him? are you fucking kidding?"

I attempted to calmly explain to kian what happened without crying. He didn't believe anything.

"I can't do this right now. I was worried sick about you and it turns out that you were sleeping with some other guy." kian grabbed the door handle, proceeding to leave.

"you know that isn't what happened! I didn't have sex with him." I pleaded.

"we'll talk later." he said and slammed my door shut.

I collapsed on the floor, sobbing. I'm so stupid.

I don't know how long I was crying for. my eyes feel like rocks in my head. I don't think I have another tear in my body.

I need to talk to somebody. I called jc and got his voicemail. connor's phone did the same thing.

I dialed the next person I could think of: sammy. of course he answered on the first ring.

'hey, what's up babe?'

'I fucked up. majorly. c-can I come over?' I spoke softly, holding back tears.

'of course. come over right away.' he said and hung up the phone.

-

sammy opened the door and embraced me in a tight hug. I felt myself start to cry, so I pulled out of his grasp.

"that was certainly a warm welcome." sammy said and I laughed a bit. I saw jack johnson sitting on the couch. thank god gilinsky wasn't here.

"hey kri-oh god, what's wrong?" johnson said once he saw my expression. he got off the couch and hugged me.

"not to interrupt this heartwarming moment, but why'd you wanna come over and why were you crying?" sammy asked.

"I'm shocked. jack didn't tell you yet?" the boys shook their heads. I was utterly surprised. I expected jack to run off and tell them.

"he came to my window at midnight and wanted to go on an adventure. I did some things I regret which resulted in kian being pissed at me and leaving jack confused as hell." sammy and jack just stared at me.

"sounds like a very...twisted love story to me." jack said.

"I'm not in love with him." I concluded.

"which one?" they said in unison.

"jack, obviously." I replied bluntly.

"really? I haven't been in love many times, probably twice. in those experiences, the girl has always done stupid things for me. correct me if I'm wrong, but what you did was pretty dumb." sammy said.

I took a seat on the couch. jack and sammy sat next to me and wrapped their arms around me.

"I'm so fucking confused. I love kian so much." I sighed.

"maybe you guys just need a break." jack said.

"I'm pretty sure we are on a break considering the way things went down this morning."

"you need to get out of the house. c'mon, let's go to the mall." sammy pulled me off the couch and led me out the door.

-

the mall was fairly empty, which was a first. sammy, jack, and I ate lunch at chick-fil-a before shopping.

"I'll buy you anything you want babe." sammy said, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. I didn't let go because it felt nice to have someone hold my hand and embrace me.

"so, are you my sugar daddy now?" I said, laughing. sammy gave me a smirk.

we went inside a few stores but I didn't find anything I fancied. we went into Michael Kors and I found the prettiest watch I'd ever seen. It was rose gold with tiny gems around it.

"do you want that one, princess?" sammy asked. I looked at the price tag, which read $200.

"no way, I'm not letting you spend $200 on me." I said.

"you're hurting really bad right now. I'll do anything to make you happy." sammy said. he grabbed the watch and went to the register to pay.

"oh shit." I heard jack say from outside of the store. I walked out to join him and to see what was wrong.

"what's wrong-" I stopped mid sentence once I realized what jack was looking at.

"here's your watch, babe. what are you guys looking at-oh my god." sammy was now staring.

my emotions were too much. I was feeling a mixture of anger, frustration, and utter sadness. my heart sank to my feet. 

kian was walking hand-in-hand with andrea. his ex-girlfriend.

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hope you all had a merry christmas!

I've been having a rough time these past few weeks and I apologize for the lack of updates/ quality.

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