Trespassing On Trouble

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Lexi's POV

"God" shouts Patrick instantly releasing Chelsea as soon as he sees me. "It's not what you think"

"what I think, since when did you care what I think, if you cared you wouldn't be making out and doing who knows what with my EX best friend" I shout emphasising the point on 'ex best friend'.

"I'm sorry" he says cowering into the corner of the small closet.

"do you know what, you're just a dumb lying jerk who doesn't know what you have until it's gone and as for you Chelsea" I say trying not to cry, if they see me cry it means they have won. "I can't even explain how much I feel sorry for you, finding it hard to find your own guy so you decide to take someone else's, well FYI you can finally have him cause" I say turning back to the jerk cowering in the corner "WE ARE DONE" Patrick's face drop as soon as I say this to him.

'don't cry', 'don't cry', 'don't cry' I keep repeating over and over in my head. I turn my back on the two of their shocked speechless faces and realise Chase was standing behind me. I look into his bright blue eyes, finding them seeping with concern and worry. I quickly look away not wanting him to see the pain in my face.

As I'm a few steps out of the Cupboard I hear someone say my name. I look back seeing Chelsea open her mouth to say something else but she closes it and does it a few more times before she speaks again.

"you know I don't really care what you say" she says mumbling clearly trying to think of something else to say "your just jealous that he likes me better" she turns to look at Patrick "don't you Patrick?"

He just stands still for a few moments not even replying just standing there, opening and closing his mouth over and over again as if he's a fish out of water gasping for air. I look back to Chelsea seeing the pain on her face at Patricks loss for words. I turn my back on them for he hundredth time and leave, ignoring someone's voice coming from behind me.

I hear loud heavy footsteps coming in my direction but I'm too focused on getting to my car I don't bother turning back to see who's following me. When I'm in the safety of my car I start the ignition bringing my Black jeep wrangler to life. I race out of the school parking lot and make my way home.

The tears begin to flow as I race up the stairs. As soon as the door is slammed shut I slump my back against it, helping me stand up. The weight of the whole day has hit me and I feel like I could break at any second.

Leaning forward I slump into my bed replaying the moment Patrick and Chelsea shared in the school cupboard in my head. Every time my eyes close I feel more and more pain moving into and around my body. My eyes become red and puffy from the constant flow of tears and my throat aches from the sobs that keep escaping from my throat.

'how could the people closest to me hurt me the most' I think to myself 'why could I let them hurt me, it's all my fault. What if I could have done something to stop them' I come up with a heap more what ifs... that result in me thinking that if I were to just not have become friends with them or anyone in fact I wouldn't feel this much pain.

I am snapped out of my thoughts as soon as I hear the thick heavy door open and my dad calling my name. I try to think of an excuse to use for why I'm not at school but I decide that it would be best to tell him the truth so I go down stairs to meet him sitting in the living room with his legs up on the coffee table. I remember my mum always having a go at him for doing this which brings a slight smile to my face but the smile fades almost as quick as it got there.

Looking around the room I realise how clean and plain it is, there is all white furniture with the light grey couch pressed against that back wall opposite the tv and beside the wall to ceiling windows. The room has no evidence of us living in it, for all we know it could be owned by some random person as there are no photos or anything that represents our family.

I slump down on the seat next to my father and I can feel the tears begin to flow down my cheeks. He looks at me with a sad worried look that I return with a small smile. He pulls me closer to him and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

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