Another Alternative

Do You Not Know?

Mamrie's POV

"Fucking freak." I stormed out of the bar and noticed Grace on her way towards it. "I wouldn't." I shouted at her, ignoring how much space was between us. She probably hadn't heard me, and if she had, she likely couldn't understand me. Whatever. Her loss. I switched the direction of my stride to where she had come from, eyes fixed on the distressed man leaning against the bricks of the shop I'd walked past a million times but never been in. He faced the wall with his forearm pressed to it. He buried his face in it and his shoulders kept bobbing up as if he was sobbing.

"Chester?" He nearly leapt out of his skin at my voice. His eyes were puffy and pink and I knew he'd been crying but I asked anyway. "Have you, have you been crying?"

"What?" He wiped at his eyes in an attempt to cover it up. "Of course not. That's insane, why would you suggest such a thing?"

"Because it's true." He crumbled and I quickly pulled him into a hug. "I know. I know. Calm down." I pulled his face to mine and made him look me in the eye. "Hey. It's okay. She doesn't know what she's missing out on."

"What are you talking about?"

"Give yourself a little more credit, Chess." I pushed his hair back and wiped away a few stray tears. "This isn't something you should cry about. You lost Grace, but what she gained isn't a good thing. In fact, it's a very bad th-" I stopped abruptly, cut off by a confused and shocked look on his face. "Wait, do you not know?"

"Know what?" He backed away from my touch, brow furrowed in what looked a mix of misunderstanding and fury. My breathing sped up and I slammed my eyes shut, silently cursing myself. "Mamrie, what don't I know?"

"Look, it's really not that big a deal. I shouldn't have even brought it up."

"Mamrie." He spoke sternly, though his voice shook noticeably.

"Fuck." I whispered under my breath. I looked back up at him and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"Mamrie, I swear if you don't tell me I'll walk down to that bar myself and-"

"Fine! Fine." I drew in a deep breath. God damn it, Grace. Look what the fuck you got me into. "Grace is-I mean Hannah and Grace are-I mean, fuck. Your fiancé is one of those, um, homosexuals. That's the word. And so is Hannah. I think they're kind of dating. Maybe. I don't know." Liar.

"What?" Chester turned and punched the bricks. He doubled over in pain, gripping his hand tightly. "Fuck!"

"Oh, shit. I think we better get you somewhere for help." I glanced at the shop windows all around us. Closed. Closed. Closed. Oh fuck. "All the shops are shut, but I think there's somewhere we can go. But you're not going to like it."

"I don't care, just take me there."

"Okay, but you asked for it."

I led the way back up the street, hoping against all hope Hannah wasn't lingering, knowing she was.

Fuck.

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A/N: So yeah. I decided not to get into the Troyler shenanigans quite yet, so don't expect much of them in the next few weeks. But start preparing now if you're hella mega super ultra sensitive. Tell me what you think of the chapter. Did you love it? Did you hate it? Did you cry? Because if you did, what the hell is wrong with you? Why you crying at this? This shit is filler. Reconsider your life choices. Anyway I hope you liked it there is a lot more to come. And by the way did you notice? 1.5k reads and 100 votes? Holy hell when did it get to be so much? Super psyched about that. Thanks y'all. You're the shit.