One bad move

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry." I repeat to Justin for the 3rd time. His face was still blank, as I begged for him to talk.
"Will you at least look at me!" I whined
"It's been 3 years?" He says in the softest voice you'd ever hear from a man his size.
"I didn't mean to." I whisper.
He picks up his bag and starts to walk out the door. I follow him like his little puppy.
"Please don't leave, don't leave." I beg.
Soon i was staring at the door that got shut right in my face.

  I fell to my knees and tried to cry but nothing came out. Attempting pull myself up but my weak legs were barely any support at all. With the last of my energy, i pick up my phone and dial a number.
"He found out." i whisper
"Justin found out." I say again.
He's talking but I can't even remember how to reply.

A few months ago I was at a party, my friend from up town had came to visit and we wanted to do something fun. Of course, we had a little too much. And before I knew it I was in bed with a guy, that wasn't Justin. It was the worst mistake of my life. I thought I had ruined everything. My reputation, any respect and most importantly my relationship. Except, everyone forgot about it the next day. I then decided to keep it from him until after he had settled into his new college.
"I can't do this without him." I squeal out.
"I'll be over in ten." I continue
"We need to get this straightened out."
I quickly hung up the phone. For a moment I just lay there, every memory, every hug, every second I had with Justin just flashed threw my head. I spent almost my whole high school career with him, it's like he's a part of me now. I slowly struggle out the door to my car and for a minute it was like Justin was still there with me, like any second he'd reach over and turn on that stupid song that I couldn't stand. Although, at this moment I'd do anything to hear him obnoxiously singing the lyrics while I laughed and rolled my eyes as I always did. Quickly I snap back into reality and found myself weak again.

On the way, I call Erica, my best friend, for advice. She always knew what to do, even when I didn't. I called twice and got no answer.

  I just drove around for about 15 minutes trying to figure out what I'm going to say to him. Then finally I pull into his driveway. Walking up to the door was probably the hardest thing I've ever done, besides telling Justin what had happened that night. In a few moments, I'd be seeing the boy I slept with,for the first time since the party.

  He had the biggest house in the neighborhood. I quickly knocked on the big brown door and stepped back, incase his mom had answered.
Sure enough, there he stood. The quarterback of Kennyville highshool.
He was tall, his Nike t-shirt hugging his big arms. The little scruff he had made him look way older then a senior in high school.
I stood for what felt like 5 minutes before either of us said a word.

  "Well... Come in" he said.
I walk into his huge house, and instantly smelled pumpkin. Which didn't surprise me at all. It was the beginning of fall and he did live with 3 teenage girls. They all went to school with us, besides his youngest sister. She was 13 and still in junior high. Everyone knew the Smiths, by name. They were all star students and the best at almost everything. They all looked alike too.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that i didn't even hear Chase talk.
"Hello?" He says.
"Oh sorry."
"What was it you wanted to talk about? I could barely hear you on the phone and then you hung up"

  My stomach dropped as I remembered what I was here for. and now the pumpkin smell was making me sick, or it was just the thought of talking about this to him in person. I guess it had been awhile since I said something because again he waves his hand In front of my face

"Mak?" He says.

"Are you feeling okay?"

  I lift my lip trying to force a smile. "Yeah yeah I'm fine"
  My words felt heavy as they came out of my mouth. I wasn't fine, I wanted to go back in my car and pretend that Justin wasn't about to leave me. That any second he was going call and tell me he was on his way with take out & some Adam sandler movie.

   I swallow hard. "Justin is leaving me" I spit out, realizing that probably wasn't the best way to address my problem. Quickly searching my head for something else to say.
"And I need your help"

He stared blankly at me, I search his face for some expression. Any hint as to what he was thinking.

"Justin?" He says slowly. "Your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, Justin Lowler" I look at my feet waiting for him to speak.
"You know..." I start to say

"You need me to help you, talk to him about that night? Right" he interrupts me.

"Well, yeah." He remembered?

"I see." He says in a confused kind of tone.
"What exactly am I supposed to do?"

"I guess I was stupid to come here. I just didn't know who else to go to. I should just go." I turn to the door trying to hold back my tears when

Chase grabs my wrist.

I turn quickly meeting his eyes.
"Get him on the phone"