Wish We Could Turn Back Time m.c

Chapter 37

This chapter might get confusing. I'm sorry my brain is such a mess. :P

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Al's POV

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After Jasmine came in and started screaming at everyone, don't really know what that was all about, Michael just went over and started hugging Lacey. I mean, the man hasn't seen her or spoken to her in three years, and then he just think they can hug for five minuets straight and make everyone awkward? When it happened, I felt this surge of something- anger? jealousy?- surge through me. I thought I hid it well.

If I wasn't sure I wanted to break up with Charlotte before, I was sure now. I saw the hateful look she was giving Lacey and I thought maybe her little story she told me about Lacey betraying her and getting with the guy she liked behind her back was all wrong. Maybe Charlotte is the jealous one and Lacey is the victim. I don't know, it's hard to know what to believe lately. I've got these two girls pulling me in opposite directions and telling me different things and now that everything's pretty much resolved within my family and I never have to see my dad again, I can finally focus on it. I can think about what I want instead of just going along with whatever seems easiest. And what I want is Lacey.

This whole time I've been with Charlotte, I've been trying to convince myself I didn't love Lacey anymore because her story just seemed so believable and it matched up with everything Lacey's told me about her past so far, so I figured it had to be true. But I just didn't understand how someone as sweet as Lacey could make Charlotte feel so horrible and just betray her best friend like that but now I realize, maybe she didn't. I shouldn't have just listened to the first thing Charlotte said, I should have come to Lacey and let her explain herself. It would've been so much easier than this mess that is unfolding before me.

Now that I think about it, maybe Lacey doesn't even like Michael. She sure didn't look like she was having a good time hugging him. Deer in head lights that's already been hit by the car was a good way to describe her facial expression. Maybe she and Michael never even hooked up, Charlotte could have made that up too. Now that I had an open mind, so many more sensible possibilities were opening up. It was very liberating.

Of course, I'd never know what was actually true until we all stopped being awkward and started talking about things because after Lacey pulled away from Michael, no one knew what to do anymore. Lacey needed to explain herself. Explain everything.

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Charlotte's POV

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I've seen Michael Clifford. I've seen him with my own eyes again finally after all this time. I watched him hug Lacey, the best friend and the worst enemy I've ever had. I watched him cry for Lacey.

And I felt nothing.

My face was probably as red as a tomato when it was happening, but I didn't care. I wasn't angry at Lacey or even at Michael, I was angry at myself. Before, I would've thought seeing a reaction like this out of Michael would make me furious, or at least jealous. But I didn't feel jealous. I felt nothing. And that was the worst thing that could've possibly happened, because that means I've been kidding myself all this time.