You the Best, Yo (COMPLETED)

Chapter 38

Chris:

I couldn't sleep; all I could do was think. My mind wondering. I couldn't believe Mari would do this to me and Sean as well. They were both important people in my life. They fucked me over big time. They weren't drunk and they weren't even high, how the fuck did they manage to fuck. Was this going on for a while? Did they really have that much of a good time together, that it just happened? It replayed in my mind. How did they fuck? What it was like? I didn't want to think about the sex that they had but I couldn't help it. I felt like I wasn't enough for her. I don't know why I was blaming her. She was the one who fucked up. I knew how she felt now though, with the whole Hennessey thing. I did way worst but she smashed the homie. She let Sean fucked her, one of my niggas, my brother. I haven't been in so much pain, I never did. That was how I knew I was in love. I fucking love this girl, we loved each other and we was over here doing each other dirty. We were so much alike, our lives. Maybe it was best that we were separated. I looked over at the clock and it read 3:46am. I looked back up at the ceiling. I was nowhere close to going to sleep. I sat up and sat at the edge of the bed. The moon was still shinning bright, I wonder if she was looking at it.

Amarie:

I couldn't sleep. I looked out the hotel window at the moon. I needed my mom but I really needed him. I hated myself even more. How the fuck could I do this to Chris? I wasn't even thinking. I should have been thinking though. Out of all people, why did I have sex with Sean? I had no feelings for him, it was something that just happened and we both didn't think to stop. Lust completely took over us. I knew Chris was hurting, I knew how it felt. When he cheated on me with Hennessey I couldn't sleep until I finally cried myself to sleep. I felt so much hate and remorse toward him and I knew he probably feels the exact same way. I just wanted his heart to heal. I fucked up big time and I wasn't as tough as I thought I was. When Chris called me a bitch, I couldn't even think straight. I regretted leaving the house, even going to the party. We both fucked each other over. I wanted to be with him so bad, but I knew after tonight I would probably never see him again and that is what hurt the most. I looked over at the clock and it read 4:00am. I wonder what he was doing. I continued to look at the moonlight.

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I woke up to the sunlight hitting my face. I scrunched up my face and threw the covers over my head. "What time is it?" I muttered.

"It's one in the afternoon." I heard someone say. I pulled the covers from over my head quickly and I saw Sean leaning against the dresser that was in front of the bed. He was rolling up a blunt. I sat up on the bed slowly. Seeing Sean reminded me the whole incident and my chest got tight. "You hungry?" Sean asked.

"No ..." I said. I didn't have an appetite. I honestly didn't even want to awake this morning, let alone be alive. I knew Chris was probably awake right now. He probably wasn't even thinking about me. I know he was happy that I was gone and it was killing me inside. Being in a hotel with Sean and not being with Chris put me in so much pain but I made my own bed, I'm going to have to lay in it.

"Are you sure?" Sean asked me again. I nodded my head yes. He licked the blunt closed, still keeping his eyes on me. He finished it and laid it down on the dresser. "About last night ... I'm sorry. I should ... I should have never kissed you." He said.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked him looking down at my manicured nails.

"I ... I guess I was just attracted to you, that's all. I honestly always been, I just didn't act upon it. I shouldn't have acted up on it." He said adjusting his snapback. I didn't know what to say. I never really got the idea that Sean liked me. His hugs were long and he did protect me from that dude when we threw that house party, but I honestly thought it was out of kindness and just him being one of Chris' best friends. When he was.