Let's Forget Everything (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 27

(Michael's POV)

I drove around for what seemed like hours. I knew the party had been going on for about an hour, so I thought it was time I man up and confront her.

I just had to hear her admit to it before I allowed myself to blow up.

I just can't believe she would do this.

I told her I fucking love her....She told me she loved me.

Did she only say that because she felt bad about what she did? Why was she even still with me?

All Bradley wanted from her was sex, maybe after she gave it to him he left her. Then all she had was me....Is that why she stayed with me?

I should have known she was never over him, I mean how could she be friends with me all that time and not feel the shit that I was feeling? I've fucking loved her from the start, and she's only just realized how she felt about me a couple months ago....If she even felt anything for me.

This is so fucked up...How could Calum think I would just forgive her and be cool about it? Did he not think that was fucking weird? But then again, he got back with the bitchiest girl on the planet despite the fact she was fucking Bradley the whole time they were dating.

Now that I'm thinking about it...

I would probably crack like Calum and take Jessie back if she actually explained her reasoning behind it. If she told me the truth and came to me about it I would probably be at that party right now. The fact that I had to find out like this, and that she's lied to my face more times than I can count, makes any hope of me forgiving her, disappear.

What's so fucking pathetic is the fact that at this very moment, I miss her.

I haven't seen her all day, and I fucking miss her.

I'm angry, hurt, disgusted, heartbroken; I'm all those things because of her, yet I miss her.

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My heart is pounding as I knock on Calums door. I'm surprised no one has filed a noise complaint, the bass is loud and rocking through the hall.

No one answered so I banged on the door louder, hoping Jessie wouldn't be the one to open it. I wasn't ready to see her yet.

My hopes weren't answered when I heard her muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"Can you stick your badge in the mail slot please." She said, sounding like she would bust out laughing at any second.

Did she know it was me so she was trying to mess with me?

I decided to play along, because this moment might be our last good time together.

I poked my hand through the mail slot in the door.

"Sir, I'm sorry but that is no badge," she said, sounding like she was trying to hold back a laugh.

"Wait I know this hand," she squealed. I wonder what game she's playing.

"I'd hope so, this hand has touched you in-" I started.

The door immediately swung open to reveal Jessie standing on the other side.

"Michael!" She squealed, throwing herself in my arms.

"I'm so glad you're here, and I'm so glad you're not a cop," she said, eyeing me up and down sending a shiver down my spine. Her eyes looked dark, darker brown then they had ever looked before. They almost looked black, like they were dark with desire.

She leaned in to kiss me, and I wasn't going to stop her. This was probably going to be the last time we are ever going to kiss. She moaned as soon as her lips hit mine, sending a warm feeling to the pit of my stomach. Just as I was savoring the taste of her lips, the scent of alcohol filled my nose. I pulled away, taken back by the thought of Jessie drinking.