The Boy Next Door

Chapter 25

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『 Chapter 25: Letting Go 』

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**Previously**

"You are just like her."Slate whispered before walking out of the school.

I gasped before falling on the floor crying.

It was all over. My reputation came back.

I was the class-slut all over again.

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Disclaimer: This chapter does Suicide, so if you are sensitive to the subject I suggest you skip this chapter, (don't worry, you won't miss anything other then Slate and Bella talking)

I laid in bed all day. Sick to my stomach. My eyes bleached red. No one was home so I was alone. Like I was always. I texted Noah.

No response.

I texted Skylar.

No response.

I sat up in my bed and walked into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror before breaking down and sobbing. I brought my knees up to my chin before resting my face on them. I felt like it was all over.

I'd finally live up to reputation. Well, Holden's version of my reputation. A cheating slut. Lucky it was Friday so I had at least 2 days before I faced people, but I don't think I'll be showing my face in that school for a while.

I could fake being sick. I could say I broke something. I could say I'm in the hospital.

No, I can't go that far, people will think I harmed myself.

I got up before walking out and changing into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

I needed to talk to Slate. I had too.

I stood up washed my face so my face didn't look like I was punched in the face, although that's how I felt.

My stomach swirled as I slowly made made my way to his door. I took a deep breath before giving the door a few knocks. I looked at the ground before fighting the tears coming from my eyes. Of course, losing the battle as soon as that door open.

Slate answered the door shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on looking at me dumbfounded. I ran up to him and embrace him wrapping my arms around him, he didn't hug me back, just stood there, before I bawled into his arms, squeezing him more harshly.

 I released knowing he didn't appreciate the moment we were having. I didn't look at him, with tears dripping down my face, I felt him move backwards walking toward his kitchen.

"Don't do that." I heard him murmur.

"Slate. I never liked Holden! I never slept with him! I would never...he flirted with me!" I shouted feeling my voice break the more I spoke.