My Best Friend's Girl

Eleven

*double update bc I finished this chapter early, please comment!*

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MATT

*3 hours earlier (8pm)*

"Out. Goodbye, Alex" I scoff as I head towards the front for, slamming it on my way out.

I know by the look on her face, she was confused as hell, but we needed distance, and I couldn't exactly be sweet to her or even near her really. Every time we've close before, it ended in feelings and kissing. I told her I wanted to give her space, and I meant it.

I just had no clue how hard it'd be. These past two days have been hell on earth, knowing she's literally ten feet away from me and I can't touch her. Knowing I can't be there to comfort her when I know she needs it, that I can't make her laugh and try to ease her worries away.

Although every bone and fiber in my body ached for her, ached for her to be mine at last, the truth is that she's Luke's. She might always be. I walk faster as I continue to Jake's house, yearning to drink away my thoughts of her.

"Hey, you're Matt right? What're you doing out here?" I look to my left and see Ashley in her white Honda, stopping her car by the curb.

"And I'm assuming you're Ashley. As you can see, I'm walking. Maybe you've heard of it before?" I comment sarcastically. I only recognize her from her squeaky voice that I've heard through Alex's phone and from the picture saved as Alex's screensaver. I've spoke to this girl for five seconds and I already hate her.

"Ouch. I was only offering you a ride. I'm headed there myself," She says as she smiles and bites her bottom lip. If this was her attempt at sexy, she needed some practice. Maybe Alex could give her some advice. God, that girl enters my mind without me even realizing.

"Fine," I say as I climb into her car. It's only a ride, the sooner I get some liquor in me, the better.

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*3 hours later (now)*

I find myself walking out the back door with a bottle of bourbon in my hand, thriving on the burning sensation that flows through my veins.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I look to see that it's Ashley. Ew. Does this girl have nowhere else to be? She's been at this for the past hour.

"Hey handsome, how come you've been avoiding me? That's not very nice," She laughs as her eyes droop, letting me know she's just as wasted as I am. Her hands wrap around my forearm's and I growl at her touch.

"Get off of me. I'm avoiding you because you're annoying as hell and clingy, so go away." I walk away and feel relieved to think she left. I take another swig of the bourbon and look down as the bottle leaves my lips, seeing my lovely Alex.

"Hey, there you are. What took you so long? I've been waiting for you. Hell, I've been waiting for you for over a year, now that I think of it." I laugh as I take another swig.

As soon as I look back to Alex, she grabs me by my neck and pulls me into a kiss. How the hell she does that, I don't know. She's so short, how can she even reach my neck like that? Whatever. All that matters is that Alex is here. My Alex is here.

I take the chance to deepen the kiss, but something is off. She doesn't taste the same, nor does she feel the same as I run my fingers in her hair. Alex giggles at this and it throws me off even more, her laugh doesn't sound like that. This doesn't make sense.

I hear a gasp from the right of me, and I look to see Alex and Brad gaping at me. Alex? Alex is right here?

I look back to the person in front of me and I realize my eyes deceived me. I wasn't kissing Alex, I was kissing Ashley. Shit, shit, shit. This can't be happening. No.

Alex barely forgave me for kissing that girl at the party this last weekend, and now she's just caught me making out with her best friend. How many more ways can I screw up?

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*listen to the song Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars if you'd like to*

ALEX

I can't run away fast enough. I make my way through the crowded house, and finally find the front door. I look over my shoulder to see Matt following me, and I run faster.

I open the front door and take off towards my house on the sidewalk as I continually hear Matt calling after me and telling me to wait. Wait for what? Wait for you to stomp on my heart again?

I feel a hand wrap around my arm and I instantly know who it is, I'd know his touch from anywhere.

"What the hell do you want? Leave me alone, Matt!" I yell as tears begin to escape, and I rush to swipe them away. He can't see me like his, he can't see me fragile and weak.

"Just let me explain, please! I know I screwed up, but it wasn't what I thought it was! I thought it was you!" He yells as I walk away, until I hear his last sentence and turn around. He's such a freaking liar.

"Is that the best you can come up with? You thought it was me?! In case you couldn't tell, Ashley and I are totally opposites, but you would've noticed that if you weren't so busy making out with her!" My yells are becoming screams now, and I honestly don't care. I don't care if I wake the whole fucking neighborhood up.

Matt sighs and closes his eyes for a second and returns his gaze to me. "I know. She offered me a ride to Jake's and I tried to avoid her the whole time, but she was all over me! I got rid of her for a while, but I kept thinking of-." He cuts off and I remain silent. "Anyways, I got wasted, I still am sort of, and Ashley came up to me and started flirting but I thought it was you. I couldn't even see straight, please believe me, Al. Please, I would never lie to you," He begs and steps closer to me. Ashley initiated this? Offered him a ride when she was suppose to be picking me up? I know Ashley wasn't the ideal bestfriend, but this? How could she?

I begin to sob at the thought of my bestfriend, someone I thought I could count on and trust, betrayed me in the worst possible way. Matt rushes over to me, and hugs me to his chest. I push him away with my fists and try to fight his grip, but he's way too strong.

I embrace him and continue to sob into his chest, and I can't stop the tears. I hate for people to see me cry, I have since I can remember. But for some reason, this feels different. I feel peace, like I would be content with him holding me forever. I'm still mad at him, but his story sort of makes sense. Ashley will do whatever she can to get what she wants. I just had no clue she was interested in Matt, because I was too busy being interested in him myself. So stupid.

I break away from his embrace and nearly fall on my face from tripping over my wedges, before Matt catches me mid-air. He carefully scoops me up in his arms bridal style and I instinctively wrap my hands around his neck and lay my head against his shoulder, too weak to fight my exhaustion.

"What are you doing? You can't possibly carry me five miles to my house, you're nuts! I weigh too much. Let me walk," I say as I yawn into his shoulder and weakly try to free myself from his grip, but I miserably fail.

"Hush, now. Get some sleep, pretty girl," I hear him whisper and my heart aches. Pretty girl. The nickname he gave me in Louisiana.

I want to yell at him for hurting me again, for thinking he can literally sweep me off my feet and I'd forget about what he did. This won't go away with sweet gestures, and I'm going to make sure he knows it. Tomorrow, that is. I end up cuddling into his chest as he holds me tighter, my eyes falling into darkness.

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Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars reminds me of them so much, it's like their theme song I swear. :)

Sorry for this chapter being short and sort boring, things are going to twist soon.

I can't help but love Matt even though he can be an screws up. Who do you picture as Matt?