part sixtyone

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- please help i wanna cute zauren reunitation but i don't know how. and yes i know reunitation is not a word, don't come for me

i walked into the home josh and i shared in texas, zachs hometown.

i had just gotten back from grocery shopping, little did I know my boyfriend and my bestfriend were having sex in our bed.

i walked in on it, i ran out crying, i didn't know what to do. i have nobody now, daniel and all of them are in la, and i don't plan on talking to them.

or so i thought. i didn't care, i pulled my phone out and dialed zachs number. am i really going to do this, i guess so.

i put the phone to my ear hoping he would answer. it's like wishes come true, he answered after the second ring.

lauren,zach

"lauren"

"z-zach"

"he cheated I trusted him with all of my heart, and he cheated. why do boys always cheat?"

"because we are stupid and we don't know how to treat a girl right"

"the bad part is he cheated on me with my best friend"

"where are you right now"

"i'm in texas, it's where i live now"

"go to my house, i will call my mom and tell her to let you in. then i will be on the earliest plane that is leaving, and then you can come live with us again. then life can be great again."

"thank you so much, i have to go get all of my clothes, but i will be at the herron house in about twenty minutes"

i ended the call, and let out a sigh before walking back into the home.once i walked in, they both tried to talk to me, but i ignored them and packed all of my stuff.

i slipped my headphones in, listening to warm up by nf, and walked out the front door, then i walked out to the vehicle i own.

i drove to the herron household, and waited outside for a few minutes, because the last time i saw this family was a couple of days before zach cheated on me, and the probably hate me because of the fake news article.

sometimes i still wonder who wrote the article, but who cares.

i opened the door of the jeep i own, then i walked to the front door and knocked waiting for someone in the family to come open the door.

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