Still Jake's P.O.V.
Scott turns around, clearly drunk but that's no excuse. "Damn it Jake, why'd you do that? It was just fixing to be the good part." He wines.
"THE GOOD PART!?!" I couldn't fucking believe him. "EVER THINK ABOUT BREE?" I yell, not even caring about the crowd now gathering, or that fact Scott was naked under the blankets. His eyes go wide at the sound of Bree's name.
"B-Bree? D-does She kn-now? He stutters out, clearly sobering up quickly. He sits up, luckily the blanket still covered him. He leans his head into his hands. "Fuck." He sounds defeated. "I fucked up...." I almost felt bad for him. Almost. He stays like this for a second before look at me. It looked as if he was fixing to cry. He did this. Not Bree. Not the alcohol. Him.
"Don't you EVER fucking try anything with Bree. At least until you get your shit together. This is your SECOND TIME cheating on Bree in TWO weeks." I was tired of Bree hurting. I couldn't pretend for this to not have happened. I know it's crush her but it's better than letting him do this to her. She deserves better than a cheater.
"Jake....I was drunk...you know that...I know that...." he pleads.
"I don't give two fucks if you were drunk. You fucked up the first time, you were drunk. What makes you think you'll change the second time you'll get drunk? You chose to drink. You chose to get drunk and sleep with someone else. You chose this. Get your fucking shit together." It's not that damn hard to stop drinking. You need to LEARN from you mistakes, not keep making them and expect people to forgive every time. I turn around and walk out the room, slamming the door on my way. I walk to the car to Bree, who was passed out.
I feel defeated. How am I going to break it to her? Just when I thought I liked Scott, he fucks up. I lay my head down on the steering wheel defeated. Why was this so hard for ME? I look back at Bree and she was sleeping peacefully. I look back up and Scott was making his way to the truck. "What do you want Scott?"
"I don't think I should drive, you're my ride, and this is MY truck." He says. His tone was snappy, it pissed me off.
"Listen here. I don't care that this is your truck. I didn't say I wasn't going to give you a ride so drop the damn attitude, shut up, and get in. And if you wake up Bree, oh so help me god." I growl quietly, not to wake her up. He nods and quietly gets in. He lays his head on the window and looks back at Bree. He looks so disappointed in himself. He should be. I shake my head at how stupid he was and drive home.
The ride back was silent. Everyone was asleep by time we got their. I stop the truck and Scott gets up. He looks at me and gives me a sad, forced smile. He gets out and opens Bree's door. I shake my head at him. "Go." I said, pointing to HIS house. He nods and walks up to his house. I grab Bree and carry her into my house and lay her in bed. I undress her and put on some of my old sweatpants and a T-shirt and I do the same to myself. I get into bed and hold Bree close until I drift off to sleep.
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Bree's P.O.V.
I wake up the next morning. My head was pounding and I didn't know where I was. I try to get up but someone's arms pull me in closer, then snuggling into my back and neck. I wasn't in my house and I knew I wasn't in Scott's house. I look around and see Jake's clothes from last night laying in the floor. I relax a bit when I realize it's Jake. Then reality steps in.
Why am I in Jake bed? His clothes? Why are his clothes on the floor? What happened? I sit up quickly, feeling bad for sleeping in Jake's bed, not in Scott's. Jake sits up and looks at me, almost looking....sorrowful? "What is it Jake?" I ask, scared that something is wrong.
"Bree, we need to talk...." these words always freak me out. I hated those 4 words for as long as I could remember.
"W-what is it?" He looks down and pulls me into his arms. Somethings really wrong.
"Scott...last night....he was with Leslie....they did stuff...bad stuff...." he says, struggling to get the words out. I gulp and feel my heart sink to sink to my gut. I didn't even know I was crying until Jake wipes away a tear. He pulls me in closer. "I'm sorry beautiful." He says as he kisses my forehead. I gulp back another tear and blink my eyes several times.
"It's okay....can I go talk to him?"
"Yeah...but I'm right here if you need anything...." I nod and smile, not trusting my voice not to crack. He gives me one more hug and I make my way to Scott's house. I walk up to the front door and slowly knock, wincing at every hit my knuckles make against the wood door. I wait for a bit, every second, my heart beating faster and faster until the door opens. Scott is behind it, looking regretful and at that moment, I knew Jake wasn't lying.
I snap. "How could you?"
"Bree, I'm so sorry...." ha. Sorry? Yeah. Right.
"Yeah, Okay. Sorry for the second time?! Was you even sorry the first time? I doubt it because if you really were, you would have prevented it from happening a second time."
"Bree, I was drunk...I didn't know."
I roll my eyes. Is he THAT dumb? "YOU WERE DRUNK THE FIRST TIME! You KNEW what would happen when you get drunk but you did it again any ways. Goodbye Scott. It's over." I say. I turn around and walk back to Jake's house. I stayed strong during the conversation between Scott and I, but on my way to Jake's, I lost it. I started crying, tears pouring down my face. I made sure Scott didn't know, but I ran into Jake's house and straight up to his room. He was laying on his bed and I ran to him and jumped into his arms. What would I do without Jake?
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Fighting for Love (COMPLETED)(EDITED)
Teen Fiction"Well just for that, I'll show you abuse." He says and before I could react, he punches me. Hard. I was pissed. Even though I haven't had ALL my training. I figured I should at least try SOMETHING. Before he could hit again, I pull my fist back and...
