Fake Tales

Chapter 21- Life goes on...unfortunately

Chapter 21- Life goes on....unfortunately

Dom's P.O.V:

It's been almost a month since that dreaded party. I wish I could say that everything had changed: that I was no longer in love with my best friend. That I didn't miss my friends, but if I said that I would be lying. My mind was constantly on Mel: her voice, her endless energy, even her eye- rolls when Ana said something stupid. In simple terms: I missed pretty much everything about her. When I wasn't thinking about her , my mind wandered towards Maddy: I knew that I had already forgiven her. As soon as she had cried from my harsh words, my heart had already turned in her favour- it just hadn't told my head that.

None of what I'd shouted at her was true. I had just needed someone to blame. I was angry, so fucking angry that the only reason Mel wasn't talking to me, was of because of what I'd done. No-one else. I just didn't know what to do, so had done nothing.

Call me a coward, but what would you have done? After Greg died, I convinced myself she didn't feel the same as me anymore. She stopped talking to me: whereas before we had talked everyday, after she only spoke to me when she had to. Which meant I couldn't bring myself to be around her for a while- I hadn't been a good friend. I knew that, but it was difficult. On one hand, I needed space from the girl I couldn't just be friends with anymore and on the other hand her brother had just died and she needed my support. Ok when you put it that way: I had been a massive dickhead. I sounded heartless, but I hadn't processed it as the time.

My feelings haven't changed, no matter how badly she acted. We were too much on top of everything she was dealing with. I understood, or at least I had accepted that that was how it was going to be for a while. Then at that stupid party: she tells me she's still in love with me! 

I know now that I should have fought for her then. That I should get a grip and just tell her how I feel, if I could, I would have got Maddy's advise on this. She was like the fucking relationship guru of the group though I couldn't remember the last time she was actually in one, Dean was no help either. He didn't have girlfriends and I had hardly seen him for a week. I tried to push away the resentment that he was with Maddy and not me, they had said they weren't going to choose sides. So how was it that I had ended up alone?

I picked apart the lunch in front of me, not hungry and not happy. The door swung open to the cafeteria and I looked up immediately. I knew she was in the room before my eyes did. It was like my body was attuned to her alone. I saw with shock that she was with Maddy.

Since when were they friends again? I had assumed that when we all made up, all if us would make up. Not separately, without one of us even realising.

Before I knew it my legs were carrying themselves over to Dean and Joe.

"When did they make up?" I hissed, not even bothering to pretend that I wasn't annoyed. When Mel was around, my usual calmness went out the window.

"Yesterday" Dean answered, scratching the back of his head nervously. His blue green eyes studied me apprehensively, waiting for me to blow like a ticking time bomb.

"Did Maddy tell you why?" I muttered. I ran a hand through my dark hair, pushing it out of my eyes. A habit of mine.

Had I hurt her that much that she didn't care about me anymore? All those years of friendship, gone just like that, all ties severed?

"Yes" Dean replied. Joe looked anxiously between the two of us as the tension built.

"Are you going to tell me then?" I exclaimed.

"Now why would I do that?" Dean said cocking an eyebrow questioningly.

"Because you're my friend! Though you haven't exactly been acting like it" I snarl darkly. Dean's eyes flash at my statement and I know I've opened a Pandoras box of suppressed issues.