Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 8

"How could you do that to me? It was so humiliating! You had no right to do that, Oliver and I work tomorrow together. You had no right to tell him anything! He's no longer talking to me! I didn't go around your whore of a girlfriend and say anything to her." I yelled.

Wren sat down on the couch and sighed.

" I had to Beverly. He didn't deserve that. You were being a total bitch to him. I get it, you and him had a strictly sexual relationship, but you were hurting him a lot. I wouldn't care if he didn't love you, but he did. Oliver was in love with you, and you were breaking his heart every single time you slept with him." Wren said.

"No,no matter what happened, it was not your right. You don't get to defend yourself, because there's nothing they can make up for it. I was or wasn't just some guy I was sleeping with, he was an actual friend of mine. Probably one of the one actual friends I have. He never screwed me over, not like you."

" I didn't mean to screw you over, but he didn't deserve that. I'm not saying sorry, cause I'm not. I would've done it all over again if I had the chance to. If you want to screw somebody, and just ditch them, you can do that to me. I don't care."

" Who knows if I'm even going to screw you anymore? How can I trust you? If you do this, how do I know you're not gonna try and kill me in the middle of the night!" I asked him.

"Are you serious? I would never do that to you! It's been a few months since we've been hanging out, and I know your secret, and you know mine. If I was going to kill you, I would've done it the night we had sex for the first time. I'm your friend, and I would never hurt you. But what I did to Oliver, I don't regret it." Wren stated.

" I just wish you would've talk to me about it. I would've rather talk to him, you made it sound horrible. I texted him multiple times come after the dinner, and he's not responding. This morning, I got a text from him saying that he didn't want to talk to me anymore, and that he felt as if I was just using him. Then he blocked me. I can't even explain myself!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry, you're right, you should've explained it to him. I guess I would've made things a lot better."

"Do you think you could call him? On your phone, and then maybe I could speak to him. I don't care if we'd have never talk again, but I at least wanna explain myself. I don't want him to hate me." I asked Wrennly.

He then got up from the couch, and walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed his phone. He then walked over to me and handed it to me. I grab my phone, and opened it to see Oliver's number. I copied Olivers phone number and put it into Wrens phone.

Beverly/Wren: Hey, this is Beverly. I'm texting on another friends phone. I just want to speak to you, and if you don't want to, that's fine. But I just want to explain myself. I wasn't using you, even though it seems like it. You are a true friend of mine, even though it seems like I was using you. I'm so sorry, and if you never wanna talk to me again, then I totally understand.

Oliver: I don't care what you have to say, I never wanna talk to you again. You were using me, no matter what excuse you have, it would never add up. I'll never forgive you, leave me alone.

I sighed. "What did he say?" Wren asked.

" I don't care what you have to say, I never wanna talk to you again. You were using me, no matter what excuse you have, it will never add up. I'll never forgive you, leave me alone. Those were his words, he hates me. He never wants to speak to me again. What am I supposed to do?"

"Look, I know my opinion isn't going to matter, but I just say leave him alone. And if you ever want him to see/speak to you again, then let him. But I just leave him alone."

I nodded . My norm instinct would be to go over to Oliver's house. And to speak to him. But Wren is right, I should just leave him alone. Give him space. And if he never wants to talk to you again, then so be it.

"I've lost so many friends this last month, Meredith, and now Oliver! Everybody hates me!" I cried into the pillow.

Wren rubbed my back. "Why don't you try and call Meredith? Maybe she's over the whole thing?"

I shook my head. I knew she wouldn't be. She hated me. I was a horrible person, and I lied to her. Multiple times. I had every chance to tell her the truth, but I didn't.

" I text her all the time, and she never replies. She hates me. I slept with her boyfriend for fucks sake!"

"She has to give you a break, you didn't know it was her boyfriend. Yeah, you should've told her after, but you were only protecting her. I mean, it's not like you slept with him after, you didn't right?"

"Of course not! I would never do that to her. I wish she would just forgive me. She's my best friend of all time. I only have you, and I'm not saying that hurt you, but I wish I had somebody else! I hate my life! My father hates me at the moment, and so does everybody else."

"Call her. She has a block to you, maybe she wants to speak." Wren said handing me my phone.

Beverly:Hey, I know I haven't texted you in a while. But I just wanted to see how you were doing. I know you hate me, and I'm sorry for what I did too. I'm sorry I told you that way. I wish I could take everything back. I wish I could've told you. I'm so sorry, I know I had so many chances, but I made a mistake. It's been months. Please talk to me, I miss you.

"Do you think she will respond?" he asked.

I shrugged. At this point I truly didn't know. I knew she hated me. But I didn't know how much. Maybe she hated me to the point that she never wanted to speak to me again. Maybe she hated me to the point that she would talk to me, and then maybe we could be friends again.

We sat there for a few seconds in silence, waiting for the phone to go off. And after a few seconds, it did. And of course, it was the one person I was begging for to text me.

Meredith: Beverly, I'm not in the mood to text. Well, I'm sorry for not talking to you for a while. But a lot has been going on.

Beverly: OK, that's fine. Do you just want to meet up or something? I really wanna talk to you. I understand if you're busy, or not feeling well.

Meredith: i'm actually in a bit of a predicament right now. And I'm really alone. I was wondering if you could come over to my apartment right now, I need somebody to speak to.

Beverly: sure, before I come over. Can you tell me what's going on? You are worrying me.

Meredith: I'm pregnant. Hunter is the father, and I told him a few days ago, and he's not talking to me anymore. I want to go get an abortion, but I don't want to do it alone.