Jersey|| M.C

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"Why the fuck are you here? Did you bring Samantha back to cheat on me again?" Alli says. Okay, that was funny. I would have laughed if the person that was directed to wasn't a wrestler who already hates me.

"What are you talking about?" Derrick asks after letting a silence take over the room. "I never cheated on you Allison, I told you I wouldn't do that again if you took me back. You need to trust me, why don't you trust me?" He asks calmly. I probably would have believed that if I didn't catch him cheating on her a few weeks ago.

"I wonder why I don't trust you Derrick, I wonder why. Oh, maybe because on my fucking birthday I was told to come up here and get a surprise from you, and I came up here and oh boy, did I get a surprise. I found my boyfriend fucking a slut in my guest bedroom, what a wonderful birthday present huh? Oh, and I hear him tell her he's dumping me soon? Definitely not a shitty birthday, I give it a ten out of ten." She rolls her eyes after she finishes half shouting that at him.

Derrick is so terrified, deer in the headlights right now just standing in the doorway. "Oh? Nothing to say? Do you want me to get the slut to come over so you could get another quickie, hm?" She asks, rubbing her head at what I assume is where the hangover from all the alcohol she drank is hitting.

"Babe, I'm sor-"

"Oh don't bullshit me any more Derrick, you're a cheater, I should have realized it the first time! Just go get your Jersey from my closet and leave, hm? Either that or I'll call the cops, because last time I checked it's illegal to walk into someones home. Breaking and Entering, does it ring a bell to you?" Allison cuts him off, still rubbing her head as I sit here. I look to Derrick to see his reaction, and was that a bad move.

"Oh, I'm the fucking cheater? I came here to see you and I find you cuddled up in bed with this nobody! The only one who knows him is Calum, so why do you associate yourself, let alone fucking sleep with him?" Derrick quirks a brow, nodding to me as he crosses his arms in frustration.

"You really are just a stupid Jersey, aren't you? Do you really think I'd pull a you, on you? I'm not stupid Derrick, he just spent the night. Even if I did sleep with him, it would've been a smarter move than dating you." She sighs. Oh? So sleeping with me would've been a better move than dating Derrick? Nice to know, I'm definitely moving up on her scale. You really suck dude. Get a life, really. It's not funny anymore.

"Really Alli, him over a Jersey?" Derrick laughs. "Oh, wait until everyone hears about this. 'Allison Peters, ditches Jersey for some red-headed idiot.' " He air quotes. No offense taken, I mean I do have red hair at the moment and I was wearing a shirt calling myself an idiot, he's not being that creative.

"Oh, I know they'll be glad to hear 'Derrick Murphy, cheating again on girlfriend with school slut Samantha.' See Derrick, I thought you made me happy, you did. But I didn't know I wasn't the only girl you made happy. I should've known that after the first time you cheated, I should have known it wasn't going to work out. Or the second time, I should've been through with you. But no, I'm stupid so I took you back again. I'm not even sad anymore about it, I'm just pissed at you. So get the fuck out of my life, you can start by getting the fuck out of my house." She sits up, pointing at the door. Derrick shakes his head, and starts to walk away but then he stops.

"What about my Jersey, huh? Can I have that back?" He asks.

"I'll be right back Michael, unless you want to leave too." She sighs, getting out of the bed and walking out of the room with Derrick right behind her. Am I leaving? Does that mean she wants me to leave? Just wait Michael, wait for her to come back.

-Alli's P.O.V-

"So here's your Jersey, now bye." I say, grabbing the jersey with 'Murphy; on the back and tossing it to Derrick who's leaning against my wall as I shut the closet door behind me.

"Why do you want me to leave so fast? Why don't I stay for awhile, we could talk things out. Come on Alli, do you really want us to be over? Think about it, do you think that kid," He stops, nodding off to the guest bedroom. "Could he protect you like I could? Do you think the Jerseys will still let you sit with them? I'm your pass to sit with them, they're scared to send you off because they know I love you, they know I'll kick any of their asses if they make you leave. Him, no. If you date him, kiss your seat goodbye." Derrick says. I want to say 'Fuck you, did you not hear me say get out of my house?' But what he's saying, about the Jerseys not accepting me I mean, is true. If I'm not with Derrick, I'd probably be out of the group. I don't play any sports, so I could be kicked out of the table.

"I'm not dating him, I'm sure I want you gone. So bye Derrick." That's my version of an acceptable answer.

"One last kiss goodbye?" He asks.

"Hell no, now get out of my house before I call the cops." I threaten one last time, and he's out. I sigh, very confused because how did Michael end up in my house, how did Derrick end up in my house, how did I even get home, I really need to change out of these shitty pajamas, and ow hangover. I shut my bedroom door quietly, going to my closet and grabbing a simple maroon zip up hoodie, a white tank-top, and a pair of leggings before walking to my closet and getting changed. Before anything, I take some aspirin, then I put my hair up into a quick bun, slide into my gray slippers and walk out of my room, not even bothering with make-up right now.

"I'm sorry, I swear I didn't know he was coming." I walk back into the guest room where Mikey is.

"S'all good, it woke us up at least." He smiles, then drops it as his eyes meet mine. "I'm sorry." He says, quickly breaking eye contact.

"For what?" I ask confused, going and sitting next to him on the bed.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asks, and I shake my head. "I should have known." He sighs.

"Why, what happened? What did I do, I didn't do drugs or anything right?" I ask, still so confused.

"No, no drugs, just alcohol. A lot of it. You more than me, I mean I had a cup too but you were beyond drunk. Well uh, I drove you home and you invited me in. We played a game of 21 questions, but I think we only did like, ten. We both asked some things, and we kind of kissed. And then we went to bed, and somehow you ended up in here and I'm sorry." He sighs, putting his head in his hands. Why is he sorry? We were both drunk.

"Awe Mikey, don't be sorry. We were both drunk, I don't see why you're so worried about this. I'm not going to be mad because we kissed while we were drunk, I'm not mean. It's not like we meant to do anything." I tell him.

"Yeah, we didn't mean anything." He quickly repeats in an unsure voice, like he doesn't agree with it. What doesn't he agree with? If we drank and got drunk, it's not like we meant to. Wait, he never said he got drunk. Did he get drunk?

"Were you drunk too?" I ask. The silence answers my question, he wasn't drunk. "Michael, did you mean to kiss me? Did you mean anything by it?"

It almost didn't go noticed, but then it did. The slight nod of his red hair, the slightest movement meaning he's nodding is shown. "Do you like me, Michael?" I ask, looking behind him out the window, looking as a bird flies to the only tree in my front yard.

"Yes, I really, really like you Allison Peters and I'm sorry I'm not a Jersey." It's just above a whisper, almost inaudible, but in the silence of the room it could be heard.