Bad.

Thirteen.

Another day passed and thankfully it was Ashton free. I really liked him but I was so afraid people would know what we were doing. Justice had been questioning me all morning and I wasn't budging.

"So, you really just dropped him off at his hotel?" He sounded suspicious.

"Yes, Jus." I ignored him and continued flipping through the magazine in my hands.

"Thats weird. He wasn't here long enough to just want to go back to his room especially without you." Prying was getting him no where.

I kept my secrets locked away. "He's a weird guy sometimes."

I glanced up and he was flat out glaring at me. "You lying bitch. Your eye twitches when you lie. Tell me!" He begged.

"Jus, Let. It. Go. Nothing happened." Irritation crept into my mind. I flipped the pages a little quicker barely looking at them.

He huffed angrily. "You're totally screwing him. Come on Jaimie! I'm your best friend. Tell me."

I slammed the magazine down and glared at him. "I'm not screwing him. Damn it! I told you we made out once in a dirty closet at the club. What more do you want?" I stood there for a minute looking at his surprised expression and I started to feel bad. He was my bestfriend. I should tell him. "You want to know? He came back to my house after we left the club. He stayed. No we did not have sex and no we have not since. We've done one other thing. Thats it. I know... I'm a dirty cheating hoe bag. I just didn't want you to think so because you're my bestfriend. I guess I'm a bad person. I literally am the girl your mother warned you about and I can't stop. I...I'm leaving." I grabbed my phone and stormed out of the room in tears.

..

Back at my house I was sitting on the floor in my room listening to music so loud it hurt my ears. I had done everything to keep my mind off the guilt. I painted my toes, showered, cleaned the room, made the bed, made sure all my shirts faced the same way, reorganized my jewelry box, refolded some clothes before I gave up and sat here. I was miserable. Actually having Ashton touch me that way made me feel like complete and utter shit. I mean, I wouldn't mind if he did it again. The problem is I minded if he did it again while I had a boyfriend. He had texted me today and asked if he could come over tonight. I told him no. Flat out. He asked for an explanation and I didn't send one. I was gonna get drunk as all hell by myself and drown in misery. No one was gonna stop me.

I decided at that moment it was time to start drinking. I went downstairs and grabbed the bottle of Tequila Rose and took the first swig. This stuff straight up tasted like strawberry milk. My phone rang in my pocket so I walked outside to answer it. "Hello?" I asked as I took another drink.

"Hey babe." It was Jack.

"Jack, hows it going?" How was I feeling this already?

"Um. Good. What about you?" He seemed surprised by the way I greeted him.

"Fabulous." I replied feeling even more like shit now that he was on the phone with me.

"Thats... good. Um, how long till you come back here?" I think he knew something was up.

"Its gonna be a while Jack. A long while." I paused. "I'm not coming back." This was what I had to do. I took another drink.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm not coming to see you in Britain. I think our relationship has faded and I need my own space for now." I took a deep breath. "I'm really sorry Jack."

He was quiet for a minute. I wondered if he'd hung up. "I knew this was coming. I kind of had a feeling... I'm gonna go."

"Okay. Bye."