Michaels POV:
Flashback
I saw Rebecca walk in applying her make up ready to go out with Sophie, Harry and Niall, talking with Grace.
“Are you sure Harry and her going is going to a good idea? I mean after everything?” Grace whispered.
After everything?
“It’d do them good to break the awkwardness between them, but I think she’s still mad at me, I surprised she agreed to come”
Why would they be awkward together?
“Going bowling with someone you fucked and someone who you had an argument over it with would do her good?”
What. “Sophie fucked someone?” I asked gulping slightly.
“Urm No… Not Sophie” Rebecca squeaked caught off guard by my presence. I could tell she was lying. It took all my might not to cry right now.
“Don’t lie to me.” I spat, the anger building up.
Grace sighed. “It was a mistake.” Becca’s eyes widened at her friend. I was pissed now. Mixed between about to cry and about to scream I stepped back taking it all in.
“She was drunk! She never meant to I swear! She thinks the world of you!” Becca tried to reason with me.
“She couldn’t h-have. Please tell me this isn’t t-true... And with Harry?! I thought he was my best friend?!” Anger lingering in my voice as it wavered.
“Michael calm down…”
“CALM DOWN?! AND YOU KNEW AND THOUGHT TO JUST LET THEM FUCK EVERY NIGHT AND LAUGH AT POOR ME WHOS CLUELESS?!! YOU DIDN’T THINK TO EVEN TELL ME?” I screamed shoving the table from beside me to the floor and storming off to my room.
End of flashback
I jumped up from the bed as the door creaked open. Sophie walked towards me, confusion all over her face.
“Michael? Are you okay? Your eyes? What happened to you?” She gasped acting all innocent.
“What the hell do you think?” I tried to keep myself calm but I was hurt and most of all angry.
“I- I don’t know? I’ve been out…”
“Yeah probably fucking him in the bathroom, or did you book a room to go in fuck in and just used the fact the other two were going out as an excuse?”
“Babe-“
“Don’t call me that.”
“I don’t know what you’re on about?”
“Stop playing innocent. Did you fuck him on not?”
“Fuck who?!”
“FUCK HARRY.”
I saw her gulp and look down. She mumbled. ”I was drunk”
