*Wesley's POV*
'Wes! Wake up!' Keaton exclaims, followed by the throwing of a pillow that hits me in the side of the face. i groan, rolling over and digging my head into the pillow. 'Piss. Off' i growl, he sighs. 'Seriously, Wes you need to get up, we have a show!' he exclaims.
i raise my head, looking at the clock before dropping my head back into the pillow. 'Its only 9am. the show doesn't start for another 5 hours and we dont leave for another 4 so go away.' i state. 'Wesley! get the hell up!' he shouts, ripping the blanket from my body.
i growl before pulling myself off of the bed, 'Dammit, Keats! can you not just leave me the hell alone for a few minutes?!' i yell, he frowns, shaking his head as he looks down to the ground. 'I know you fucked up badly with Chloe and everything.. but its really time to get over it' he says before turning on his heel and walking out.
'Shit' i whisper before sitting on the side of the bed, dropping my head into my hands as i take in a deep breath. its only been nearly 2 weeks since i fucked up with that girl, i was still going insane.
i had since stopped texting Chloe, knowing that pushing it will only drive her further and further away, especially after the little stunt i fucked up with that girl.
She didn't make the matter any better though, she had been posting all about it on twitter and had even written a whole, detailed twitlong thing about our short lived "romance" as she called it.
Romance? no.
Sex? yes.
She was an attempt at rebound, she even knew that. In fact, thats how she actually came onto me! but no...
According to her it was a short, hour romance. No. It wasn't!
So, with that.. it really didn't make my troubles with Chloe any better, I knew she hated me now, that feeling stung my heart, to be honest.
It has to be the worst feeling i have ever felt and it was a constant feeling rushing through every part of my body.
It hurt.
It hurt knowing the girl i loved hated me, Dispised me. Honestly i dont think shes every going to want to even look at me again, whether it was in person or even a photo. Shes probably avoiding anything to even do with Emblem3.
I was the cause of it all. I was the reason she hated me, i know that. I would never blame her because it was ALL on me. But i would do ANYTHING to take it all back. But i couldn't, atleast not for right now anyways.
i lift my head from my hands, looking up to the ceiling as water fills them. i quickly blink it away although instead it falls down my cheeks.
'Wes, do you-' Keaton begins but cuts himself off when i look at him. 'Wes..' he sighs, slowly walking towards me. 'I've fucked everything up, Keats' i whimper, feeling my heart finally completely shatter, all the partially standing up walls around me now crumbling.
But yet, i didn't give a single fuck.
Because, the love of my life, was back home, going on dates with another man, which is another thing i had found out off my sister last week, that only added to the heartache i felt.
She was gone. She was with another man. And he wasn't me.
But noone could ever be her.
*Chloe's POV*
'No' i state, crossing my arms as i narrow my eyes on Matt. He frowns, playfully whinning. 'Why not, Chloe?!' he exclaims, i just shake my head. 'Im not going to meet your parents. Why would i?' i question.
