❤ Stuck. ❤ (A James Maslow Story.) *complete*

Chapter 20: + or -.

Joni's P.O.V.

"False alarm." She smiled. I smiled too and wrapped my arms around her.

"That's such good news." I released her. I toughed about Logan again and my face became sad. Luna noticed.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head. "You know you can tell me anything." I nodded.

"Promise you won't be mad?" She gave me a confused look as we sat back down on the couch. "It involves Logan." I saw her clench her jaw. "So there was this party Saturday, Logan was there, I was there."

"Please get to the point Joni."

"Well we were both really, really drunk and um I think we might have, maybe, somehow...kissed."

"You what?!" She shouted.

"Look it  was just a kiss, it didn't mean a thing, we were dead drunk, it meaned nothing." I felt a sharp pain on my cheek. She had slapped me. My best friend had slapped me.

"You knew I love him, you said you didn't like him."

"I don't, Luna I was drunk, I didn't even realize it was Logan, it could've been anyone."

"You are dead to me Joni Diamond, I don't want to see you ever again."

"Luna, you're my best friend."

"No, I'm not. I never was. The only reason why I was your friend was because you got a lot of money. But you know what, you can stick that money up your ass." And with that she stormed out the door. Tears were falling. There was only one person who could comfort me right now. James. I dial his number several times but he doesn't pick up. That's just great. Mark the sarcasm. I went to my bedroom and changed in some sweats and a tank top. I laid myself down on my bed and cried myself to sleep.