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Grace's Pov
I just stare at Mamrie's car driving away into the distance.
"Grace? What the fuck are you doing here? What just happened?" Jason comes outside.
I push past him and run upstairs and get my bag and all my stuff.
I call a cab to take me home because I sure as hell know that Hannah won't come get me.
"Grace?" Jason touches my arm to turn me around.
"Don't you fucking touch me, ever again." I snap.
I think about how harsh I'm being but I don't care right now.
"I'm sorry Grace but can I ask you something?" He asks quietly.
I nod wiping away my tears.
"Did we do something last night?" He asks.
I know what he means.
I nod again.
I begin to remember everything in pieces.
I hear the horn beep. It's my cab.
"I'll talk to Mamrie." He calls out after me.
I ignore him.
On the ride home, I get flashbacks of what happened.
I blacked out and then next thing I know I was at Jason's house.
He was extremely intoxicated as well and I guess it just kinda happened.
How could I be so stupid?
Mamrie hates me because I slept with her boyfriend.
Mamrie probably already called Hannah to tell her.
Hannah's not gonna be with me after this....or will she?
Will she understand that I was extremely drunk? Or will she dump me?
I don't think I'll be able to live if I lose her and Mamrie.
Mamrie's Pov
What the fuck?
My best friend who's dating my other best friend, slept with my boyfriend.
Jason's gonna hear it from me eventually.
I get home and call Hannah.
I'm sobbing uncontrollably.
"H-Hannah?" I cry.
"Oh my gosh! Mamrie are you ok? Is Grace hurt? Is she ok? What happened?" She asks frantically.
"No no. She's fine. Just come over. Please." I say.
"Ok be there soon hun." She hangs up.
I'm on the couch when she gets here.
I've stopped crying but I'm just staring into space now.
She runs over to me and puts her hand on my knee.
"Darling, what's wrong?" Hannah asks.
Hannah always calls me darling when I'm sad, it's quite soothing.
"I found Grace." I say simply.
"Oh? Where?" Hannah asks.
"Jason's." I say.
"What? Wasn't he supposed to take her home?" Hannah asks.
"Yeah." I say.
She looks at me waving her hand in the air to signal for me to go on.
"Hannah. I don't know how to say this but, I walked into his bedroom and....." I trailed off.
Hannah's expression changes from worried to angry.
Extremely angry.
"Grace didn't know where she was and came running after me to try and explain. I asked her what happened and she told me she didn't remember. I drove away and now we're here." I continue.
I start crying again.
Hannah just looks shocked.
"Hannah, come here." I try to pull her into a hug.
She pushes away.
"No Mamrie, it's ok. I should've known. But I suggest you talk to Jason. And for me, well I'm going to go have a talk with miss Grace." She says sarcastically.
She's extremely mad. I can tell.
She walks out of my house and drives away.
