Chapter five- my fault

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*Jc's POV*
Ugh. What did I just do? I just yelled at CC almost beat the shit outta Kian and just locked her in her room. This is my fault. But how am I supposed to know what was going on. I sighed. I need to talk to both of them one on one. If I get the same story I know they are telling the truth, but if I get two different stories, that means I have to find out which ones lying. I walk upstairs and see Kian's door is closed. I knock twice but no answer both times, "cmon Kian, let me in, I need to talk to you." I say almost pleading. He finally opens the door and looks at me. His eyes are kind of red, and I can see the hurt in his eyes.... I sigh again. "This is my fault"
*sam's POV*
I was in the kitchen sitting at the bar eating an apple and scrolling through Twitter when I hear... Screaming? Woah woah wait... BACK UP! I heard Jc and CC yelling about her virginity... And Kian I up there... What were they doing? Suddenly I hear two door slams and I see a frustrated Jc flop on the couch with regret in his eyes. I sigh. I was the one supposed to be up there with her. I saw her struggling with her bags so I started to walk over, but smooth Kian has to come in and practically sprint to her. Anyway think I wanna talk to her sense it seems Kian is in trouble to. So I walked up stairs and knocked on the door "Chey? Can I come in?" "who is it?" "It's Sam, I just wanted to come see if you were okay." I heard a sniffle which indicated she was crying. But why? It's only the first day. "I wish you could but Jc locked it from the outside." She said. The fuck, why would he lock her door. "Slide me a bobby pin under the door, I'll get in." I whispered through the door. Soon I heard Jc coming upstairs so I raced to my room. I saw him go into Kian's room and close the door behind him. So I walked back to her room and saw a bobby pin sitting on the floor. I quickly picked the lock and went in. "Hey there doll face you okay?" I closed the door and walked over to her on her bed. Her eyes were red and puffy, with mascara running down her face. "No..." She hid her face to. "Sorry I look like a mess." "No, no it's okay, wanna tell me what happened?" I grabbed a tissue and sat down and sat down I front of her. I moved her hands away and started to clean her face as we looked into each others eyes. She was so beautiful.

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