Loved You First [H.S]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Lauren's POV:

"What the hell!?" I asked her as we stepped outside. "What? Why are you asking me what the hell!? I should be asking that to you!" Lindsey exclaimed. "I was making out with Harry! What did it look like?" I yelled. At this point I was mad at her. She knew I had a HUGE crush on Harry and she ruined it. "I saw! What I also saw was a desperate girl and a boy that has been around!" she said. "What the fuck! I wasn't going to have sex with him! Why the hell are you acting like this? I thought you were all for me dating Harry!" I complained. "I was! But, I never expected him to actually like you! Harry isn't like that" she said. "Oh thanks! Really!" I said sarcastically, "And you would know what Harry is like because you dated him and know about him right? You only know what he looks like naked and above you huh?" I shot back. She was taken back by my choice of words, "That is so wrong! Why would you say that? Sure, I fell for him but, hell! I was drunk! I didn't know much of what I was doing" she said, hurt. "Whatever!" I whined and started to walk back inside. "What? Where are you going?" she called after me. "Back to my boyfriend" I stated as I opened the door. "What boyfriend? He doesn't love you!" she called back. I stopped in my tracks and turned swiftly around to face her.

"I don't know who you think you are to just judge Harry like that but you can't! You don't know him! At all!" I yelled at her. "Oh and I suppose you do?" she question. "More than you!" I shot back. "You know what? Go back to your so called 'boyfriend' and let him fuck you! Because, frankly, I don't give a shit about you making your idiotic choices! I am trying to be here for you but you are just pushing me away! I am trying to protect you!" she yelled. "From what?! What are you protecting me from? A boy?!" I yelled. "From getting hurt" Lindsey said softly. "No, I'm not six! I don't need to be babied. I know now to learn from your mistakes! Don't fuck a guy behind your best friend's back. And you know what? I don't even know who you are any more! You aren't acting like a best friend. Hell! You aren't even fucking acting like a friend" I yelled at her. "Is that all I am to you now? Another face in school?" she asked me, tears coming to her eyes.

Part of me wants to scream to her and tell her no that she is my best friend and I love her and I'm so thankful for her. But the other half has to end it, "Yes. Just another face" I said and walked inside and looked for Harry.