The Choice (Chana Fan-fiction)

Chapter 4

**Hana point of view**

Brooke and I had gone further into the building, patiently waiting for Chandler to arrive. We both had grabbed drinks, and were hanging out with random strangers as we waited.

"What are you gonna say to him?" Brooke asked, sipping her drink.

I could barely hear her, "Huh?"

"Are you gonna be able to speak to him, Hana?" She asked with a concerned tone.

Not knowing for sure, I simply nodded, throwing my head back and gulping the alcohol in my cup, hoping it would give me some courage.

It had been an hour when Chandler suddenly walked through the doors. I felt my heart drop and butterflies in my stomach but I managed to ignore them. I slammed my now empty cup on a table before making my way towards him, Brooke following.

My senses were suddenly exaggerated. I couldn't keep a clear view on anything, and the music had become louder. As the music blared in my ears, I saw Brianna run up to Chandler. I rolled my eyes, knowing what was coming.

Chandlers lips connected to Brianna's. His hands trailed down to her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I shouldn't have been looking, but I couldn't bring my attention to another place.

Chandler pulled out of the kiss and smiled at Brianna. She smirked back. They passionately pressed their lips together again.

I looked at Brooke as her jaw dropped. I felt disgusted. I thought was going to be sick. Wait, no, I really was.

I ran to the bathroom, trying to make it there before I threw up on the way. I bathed into a bathroom stall.

Quickly after, Brooke ran in, trying to help me. Pulling my head out of the toilet, I looked even more puffy than I already did.

"Was it the drinks? Or Chandler?" She asked, pulling my hair back. Tears started welling in my eyes.

"A little bit of both," I sat back, Brooke doing so as well, "I don't know. I just really thought I could do it. I thought I could tell him off. But I just don't think I can."

Brooke sighed, "Hana, it's okay. That makes sense. You just broke up."

I laid my head into her shoulder as she played with her hair. I immediately felt better.

"Thank you," I managed to let out. I suddenly felt exhausted, ready to crash.

"Look, I'm so sorry that I took you here. I didn't know he would be here. I actually can't believe him," she confessed.

"Actually, Brooke. I don't even care. I'm kind of glad I got to see his true colors," I told her.

We sat there, in the bathroom stall, for a few moments more, as I became more and more disgusted with that fact. I started to sit up, dusting myself off.

"Feel better?" She asked me. I laughed, meaning yes. I stood off of the filthy bathroom floor and patted my clothing to rid the country invisible germs.

I opened the stall and walked out with Brooke following behind me. When I pulled the bathroom door open, Chandler and I caught each others gaze. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he visibly gulped. I slammed the bathroom door shut once Brooke was out, and urgently stomped towards Chandler. Brooke tried to hold me back, but she failed.

"I know who you are now, dick," I spat, "A selfish, inconsiderate douchebag. I'm so glad you're not gonna be in my life anymore because I don't want to surround my self with lying scumbags. Goodbye, Chandler."

Chandler stood there, quietly, waiting for me to speak again. But I wasn't going to. I was awaiting his response. He didn't care that he had broken my heart. He didn't. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't change his mind.

A single tear slid down his cheek and I scoffed. Behind him, Brianna walked over to Chandler and opened her mouth to speak towards me.

"Awe... You're helpless, Hana," she sarcastically waved to me, "Listen, you probably didn't have what we have. He just keeps crawling back to me..."

She pouted and wrapped her arms around Chandlers neck as he flinched.

I mumbled, "Crawling back onto your bed."

Brianna glared at me and Chandlers eyes widened. I didn't care. It was completely true. I saw the texts.

"Excuse me?" She scoffed. I smirked.

"You heard me," I directed my eyes up and down her rather curvy body, "he likes your body--not you."

"Don't say that shit to her, Hana," Chandler demanded. I looked at him with disappointment.

"First you cheat, then you don't own up to your faults and defend her?" I nodded my head with disbelief, "Have a good life. I won't be in it ever again."

I confidently walked into the parking lot while Brooke's jaw was to the ground. She couldn't believe that I had stuck up for myself like that.

I regretted telling Chandler off like that. I feel like I really hurt his feelings.

Brooke walked closer to me as we started walking to the car. I looked at her and chuckled. Her eyes still wide, and her jaw still dropped.

"How about you pick up your jaw?" I laughed at her. I placed my finger tips under her chin and pushed up, closing her mouth. She finally stopped starring at me in disbelief.

"I just can't believe you said all of that," she nodded, "You know Chandler would never date someone for something that shallow."

"Well I know he would never date a girl that shallow," I paused as I hopped into Brooke's car, "I mean, look at her, she has the perfect body. And she's a bitch."

"So we agree now?" She teased, relating to our conversation we had earlier.

"This isn't the Chandler that first asked me out. He's different. The Chandler that asked me out was sweet, caring, and geeky. Now he's a player, rude, and he cares too much about what people think," I explained before sighing from the sudden relief of getting that off my mind.

She chuckled as I rolled my eyes before we drove off, headed back to her house.

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