Make Me Forget✔

T W E N T Y S E V E N

Song Of The Chapter: All For Love- Madison Beer ft. Jack & Jack.

Anastasia's POV_

"It's all your fault, literally."

I followed my best friend around the room as she managed to get us some drinks while we picked up a conversation that might soon turn into a fight now that she's disagreeing with me about it all.

"How is it my fault?!" She was frustrated by the blame she received, coughing in disapproval as she took a seat down in her couch, where Mia was already sat, watching us throwing the blame around.

"Joyce, don't be a bitch now you're the one who talked to him about it." Mia finally spoke, taking my side.

"He's a dickhead, that's all I said." She put her hands in the air, coming clean to the little arguement I knew she had with Conor.

"Why would you do that?!" I asked, annoyed by her actions. "If he wants his girlfriend back, doesn't mean he's a dickhead. I shouldn't have stayed in the first place." I tried pleading Conor's case since he's not here, because I knew it's my fault.

"Anastasia, it's never the girl's fault, okay?" Joyce sat back in her seat. "He messed up, he needs to know somebody's got your back mate, he can't fuck around expecting you not to react." She sipped on her drink, proud of her critical thoughts.

If I have to be honest, I need to say that Joyce has always been the one to support me, and take my side through it all.

She may be considered the strongest, most independent one between all three of us, since she knows how to put her feelings aside when she needs to.

Even though it's amazing knowing I have a friend like her whenever I need her, it's still bad that she has never gotten into a serious relationship, and probably never will.

Okay, now I know being single isn't bad at all, and I've never been the type of girls desperate for a man, but I just don't want her to end up hurt, just like I am right now.

If you're wondering why would I possibly be hurt, then the answer isn't Conor, it's the fact that I seemed so weak around a guy that's meant to be gone out of my life by now.

That kiss was wrong- it was one of the greatest kisses I've ever had- but it was wrong, and it's going to be the last one we'll ever share.

Anastasia was meant to be the girl who steps over millions of hearts within seconds, and walks out of the club with a new guy each week.

She was meant to be strong enough to find her way out of attachment and commitment too easy.

I wasn't meant to be who I am right now.

I'm not letting Conor change me.

I'm not letting him step over my heart just like Veronica stepped over his.

I'm not Conor, and I'm not going to get attached to people who never wanted me in the first place.

What I said, and what he said, must be forgotten, for the sake of who he is, and the sake of who I am.

"I didn't react because I didn't want to seem like I care, because I really don't give a fuck." I stated, breathing out.

I said I don't care.

I lied.

It's just that, I don't want to care, but I do.

It's because one second he makes me feel as if I'm the only one he'll ever want, but then makes it clear he wants nobody but Veronica.