Alexandria's Superman

(twenty-three) red

(Lexi's POV)

I have barely spoken to anyone since I found out that Liam slept with Michelle. All anyone knows is that Sam and Michelle did something and it obviously took its toll on me.

Hence why I've been locked up in the depths of my office working nonstop for the past three days. On top of that, I haven't even changed out of my pajamas in two days because I haven't left the house.

"Hey, Lex, Brooke's here and Alicia said dinner is ready."

"Okay," I saved everything I had open on my laptop and closed it.

Brooklyn coming over for dinner most likely meant her and Sam were going to team up on me and try and get me to explain what I heard.

One of my friends who I've known for almost 20 years slept with my boyfriend who I had developed true feelings for in the short amount of time we knew each other.

Silly me, really thinking there were any decent men remaining. Only stupid, horny boys.

"Hey, Lex, how are you?" Brooklyn offered me a cheerful smile. I noticed through her shirt that her baby belly was showing. I'm surprised I didn't notice earlier.

I shrugged in response. "I see you're showing now."

Her smile faltered at my lack of true response, but not for long at the mention of her baby. "Nick and I have our third ultrasound tomorrow."

"That's exciting." My tone said otherwise, but I was genuinely excited for my sister.

"Only a month until we find out the gender." She was trying to say something that would keep my mind off Liam and possibly improve my mind. At her obvious effort, I forced a smile onto my face.

Her and Sam both let out a sigh in unison.

We took our seats around the table and started eating the pork meal prepared by Alicia. On tuesdays, Alicia has to pick her kids up from catechism, so she has to make dinner at five and bail.

While I started eating my food, I could feel the stares of both my sisters on me.

Their expecting, yet concerned stares had me wondering if any of them had informed Zach and Joey of my outburst. I'm going to assume not since I haven't heard from either of them. We may not be the closest, but they care.

I broke under the pressure.

I put my elbows on the table and dropped my fork down onto my plate with a loud clank, startling my sisters.

"What?" I snapped.

"Lexi, you can tell us what happened," Brooklyn said, softly.

"What's the point?"

Sam frowned, the support in her eyes disappearing. "Because I'm ignoring one of my closest friends since I was five years old for a reason I'm not even fully aware of."

I heaved out a heavy, emotional sigh.

I haven't cried too much over this situation. I cried in the moment and I cried in the shower when I returned home that night, but not since then. I've been too busy drowning myself in my work to cry, kind of the whole point though.

But as I stared into the eyes of my two sisters who clearly cared very much, I absolutely lost it.

A girl I've known for a good majority of my life slept with my boyfriend.

Despite only have been dating him for a month, I had strong, real feelings for him that I thought could've lasted longer. Longer than a month.

Brooklyn and Sam rose from their chairs and appeared on either side of me. I rested my head on Sam's shoulder and cried while Brooke put a comforting hand on my shoulder.