fake love ; anthony trujillo

caught

Y/N POV:

I laid in Jake's bed. Jake was always someone I could count on for everything. Right now I didn't give one single fuck about Chance. I have called Anthony 17 times. Not one of the calls he answered. It's like we were nothing anymore. I missed it. It's only been 3 hours but still. Anthony is a part of me I don't want to let go. I think Anthony means a lot to me, more then I think. Am I falling in love with this kid? I decided to call him one last time. This time he might answer. I sat up and grabbed my phone. Then called him. I waited. And waited. And waited.

Phone: You have now reac-

I ended the call and threw my phone. I sobbed in my knees. I fucked up so much.

Jake: Y/N?

I looked to my side to see Jake rubbing his eyes.

Jake: Are you ok?

We both sat there for a few seconds but it felt like days.

Y/N: No, I'm not ok. I just wish Chance never kissed me. I miss Tony bad and I know, it's only been 3 fucking hours. Tony is becoming so much to me.

Jake: Come here.

He held his arms out.

Y/N: I can't risk Tony walking in. He might think we hooked up.

Jake: Come on. He won't come in.

I hesitated but went into Jake's arms for comfort. I held my breath trying not to cry but then it just happened. I cried. I wish Chance wasn't like that. I just want to be with Anthony, cuddling in his arms. I closed my eyes.

- next morning -

I opened my eyes to a dark dark room. I stretched and sat up. Jake came out with a towel around him.

Jake: Good morning!

He smiled.

Jake: Feeling better?

I rubbed my eyes and let out a deep breath.

Y/N: Better, I guess.

Jake: You two can work it out today.

He walked back in the bathroom. I hope Anthony will understand the whole story. The truth of what happened. I don't know if he'd believe me. I mean every love story ends like this. I would hope mine wouldn't end like this. Hopefully Anthony has gained trust in me, if he did he might believe me. I got out of bed and towards the door.

Y/N: I'm gonna go tryna sort things out. Thank you Jake for letting me stay in here.

Jake: No problem. I hope everything goes alright.

I faked smiled and left. I went to Chances room to see what he had to say. We haven't talked till the whole think went down. I walked in, not knocking because at this point i didn't give a fuck. I saw him on the balcony. Wonder what he was doing out there. I opened the door and saw him doing what I didn't want him to do.

Y/N: Chance! What the fuck?!

Chance turned around and dropped the blunt.

Chance: Uh-

Y/N: You said you'd stop doing this Chance!

Chance stood there. I stared at the blunt. I never liked Chance doing this. He'd do it a lot to the point where I got annoyed with it. He's my best friend. It's just something that I'm against. He said he'd stop because it'd be best for him. But apparently he can't go 3 weeks without a hit.

Chance: I'm sorry. I'm sorry about yesterday. I was high. I knew you wouldn't tell so I did it. I just really needed it. I've been stressed.

I stood in silence.

Y/N: Whatever it's your choice.

Whatever. Just drop it. You have bigger things to worry about. Whatever. I left his room and walked towards Anthony's room. I knocked a couple times. I waited for him to answer. I've been waiting so long I decided to just walk in. His room was dark. He had his bag unopened and mine still sat where I left it. I looked around to see a couple beer bottles. Anthony rarely drank, only when he was stressed or sad. I hate to think I made him sad. I saw him wasted on the bed. I studied him as he laid there. He was cuddling my airplane pillow I brought. I smiled.