Friends From The Past

Chapter 32: Friends From The Past

(Song of the Chapter: Love Yourself)
Song Artist: Justin Bieber
Ian and Spencer going at it left and right, but what are they fighting about? I need to break this fight up before others see! I can't let them ruin my reputation! I pulled Ian off of Spencer who was getting pretty beat up. He pushed me away from him as Spencer had time to get back on his feet, ready to attack Ian again.
Y/N: Stop this nonsense! What the hell is going on here? I'm not even gone for two minutes and you two are fighting!
Ian: Three minutes.
Y/N: Three minutes. Now tell me what– the– f*ck– is– going– on.
Spencer: Well, I caught these two k–
Lisa: We kissed. . .
For some reason her words came out as mumbles. Did she just say they kissed? Wait– they kissed!
Spencer: And, that's why I'm going to kill you.
He points at Ian and charges at him, tackling him to the hard ground.
Ian: Oof! Get off of me!
Spencer: Not until you promise to stay away from my wife!
Ian: No! I love her, I love her, and I love her!
I honestly can't take this right now. I have to compete against two men to get to Lisa. I don't stand a chance. She doesn't even love me anymore. She's in love with– Ian, my photographer! How'd this happen so quickly! I'm not going to even try anymore.
Lisa's POV:
While Ian and Spencer were too busy fighting, Y/N walked back inside the studio and so I went after her.
Lisa: Y/N, wait up!
Y/N spun around to face me, frowning.
Y/N: What now, Lisa?
Lisa: I'm sorry.
Y/N: For what?
Lisa: I caused you so much pain.
Y/N: Heh, now you've realized what you did. Stop, pretending like you care because we both know you don't! If you did care about me why'd you push me away? Why, didn't you do anything when you knew I was dying inside?
Lisa: What happened to you? You've changed. I don't even know you anymore.
Y/N: Why, don't you ask, Lena. She has all the answers to your question.
Lisa: What happened between you guys? You were together for a split second and then you were gone.
Y/N: Like I said she has all the answers!
Lisa: Why'd you hurt her?
Y/N: Did she tell you that? Well, maybe she didn't tell you the whole truth between what happened!
Lisa: Have you moved on?
She came at me, grabbing ahold of my cheeks. Her lips were soft and so pure. Nothing like how I ever kissed Spencer or when Ian and I kissed. It was beyond perfect. She pulled away, our foreheads still touching.
Y/N: I'm so sorry. This was so wrong. You're married and you have a son. I need to go.
She let go of my cheeks and walked back and ran away. What could've hurt her to make her like this? I need to find out. Maybe, she has something in her office that'll help me. I walked into her office and went through everything– and I mean everything: from trash cans to her files cabinets to her closet. While I was snooping through her closet, I found the picture of us faced down. It was framed and heavy. I took the picture out of the frame and a stash of envelopes fell out. I picked one up and it was addressed to me. I picked another and then another. They were all addressed to– me. Why, take the time to write them if you're not going to send them? I decided to pick one to open and read. It said this:
    ⚠️Some of the content from the chapter⚠️
          ⚠️"Let Her Go" will be replayed!⚠️

November 1, 2017
Dear Lisa,
It's nearing Christmas. My boyfriend and I didn't necessarily work out. He didn't hurt me, it's just that I decided to set him free. I didn't want to keep leading him on when I knew that we were hopeless. He respected my decision. What an understanding, kind man he was. I've given up on teaching my heart to unlove you. These past few weeks, Lena and I have been getting closer, romantically, not friend wise. She's finally opening up to me. I got her to believe that I was real. She knows I still love you. She says," there's no shortcut to forget someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don't anymore." Every day I spend with her, I cherish. I think I'm falling in love again. . . . . I feel like a new person when I'm with her. She made me feel special again, like I actually mattered. All my worries seem to float away when I'm with her. I'm moving on.
P.S: This is the last time I'll be writing.