Songs for this chapter:

One Republic: Too Late To Apologize (Timbaland Remix)

Taylor Swift: You're Not Sorry

Ciara: Sorry

Little Mix: Love Me or Leave Me

Ariana Grande: Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart

Kelly Clarkson: Mr. Know It All

Kelly Clarkson: Breakaway

Breakfast With Friends & Ethan

The next morning, I wake up in my bed with the white sheets and blankets covering my small yet curvy body on a Friday morning all by myself. I sit up, take a deep breathe, yawn, and take a look around I and Caitlin's dorm. Surprisedly, Caitlin is under her sheets lying face down in her stomach in her bed.

I check my iMessages on my iPhone to find no new messages from Justin. I sigh and run my small and stubby fingers through my hair slowly.

I don't get why he was angry and sad at me last night on Thursday, and I don't get why he can go out and fuck thousands and thousands of girls and I don't say shit at all about it but, when I have sex with Ethan it's a fucking big ass problem.

Justin has me got fucked all the way up, if his going to make think of myself as a bad person, cry myself to sleep, and stop my world because he found out that I was fucking Ethan.

As for Ethan, I didn't mean to hurt him, toy with his emotions, and act like I love him but, I also didn't fucking like the way he cursed me out, especially in front of my close friends and family.

Today, I need to worry about me and me only for once in my life. A day without Justin would be refreshing and amazing.

Caitlin grumbles and snatch off of the blankets off of her, throwing them aside and sitting up in her bed. Her eyes are bloodshot and her shiny blonde hair is messy. I giggle at the sight of Caitlin's wacky morning appearance.

"What?" She asks, with a small smile.
"Your hair is all over the place and you look drunk." I admit, giggling softly and lightly.

"Yeah, I and Aaron went to a bar downtown and got a bit of wasted. I had a lot of fun though dancing up on the tables and stuff." Caitlin explains, blushing bright pink and smiling.

"Who is this Aaron?" I ask, curiously with a huge grin and arched eyebrow.
"I met him a few weeks ago. He has been such a gentleman and nice guy so far. I think I'm in love." She says, happily.

I wish Justin was a gentleman and a nice guy, but, unfortunately his not, because nobody's perfect, I think to myself.

My endearing and bright smile turns into a sad and depressed frown slowly as the memories and moments of last night at Madison's engagement party floods into my head.

"Don't. Don't speak."

"Mel, are you okay? What's wrong? You look like your heart has been shattered." Caitlin asks, giving me a sympathetic and caring small smile.

My heart has been shattered and I don't know if it can be repaired, I think to myself.

"Nothing. I'm okay. I just had a bad night last night." I half-lie, faking a perfect smile.

Even though, right now I and Justin are in a terrible and devastating place right now but I have to stick to the contract and not break Rule #1,
I think to myself.

"Would you like to talk about it?" She offers. "Thanks but no thank you. I'm okay." I say, softly.

Thank god, that I have a friend like Caitlin, I don't know what I would do without her or the rest of my growing group of friends, I think to myself.

"Okay." She says, displaying a small smile. A beeping sound comes from Caitlin's phone and she picks it up quickly off of her nightstand.

"Hey, Mel, Bailey and the rest of our friends has just invited us to breakfast at Baskin & Robin's. We should go." Caitlin suggests.

My stomach grumbles and I begin to feel like I haven't ate in a million years.

Maybe some fresh air and breakfast with my friends will help me forget about Justin, I think to myself.

"Sure why not? Let's go." I chirp, happily.

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Justin's POV.

"You need stop overreacting Justin. You do fucked up shit all the time and time after time Mel still forgives you." Claire says.

I swear that sounds like something Mel would say, I think to myself.

Why did I even sleep over at my foster parent's house if I knew Claire was going to give me a fucking pep talk?,
I ask myself.

"What do you mean I'm overreacting? Claire, she fucked that Ethan jerk. I'm not overreacting. Not at all." I defend myself.

I take another sip of my tall bottle of whiskey that I had stole from my foster dad's liquor cabinet lighting last night.

The burning of the whiskey going down my throat eases the pain, loss, and hurt that I am feeling from finding out that Mel slept with Ethan.

Am I overreacting, I think to myself.

I just want to beat the fuck out of Ethan for sleeping with my....Mel,
I think to myself.

Mel doesn't belong to me we are just friends, friends with benefits, so why was I about to call her my girl?,
I ask myself.

Maybe, because you actually love Mel and you want to be more than friends....want to be a real couple,
My subconscious suggests.

I ignore my subconscious and take another sip of the half-empty whiskey bottle. It feels good and I know shouldn't be drinking but, I can it. I can't help myself.

The whiskey soothes me and keeps me while beer makes me act like a horny ass fucking teenager.

I don't like to drink, but when it comes to moments like this, I have to take the whiskey to the head.

Bottoms up, I think to myself.

Just as I am gulping the flaming whiskey down my throat, Claire snatches the bottle out of my hand quickly and sits it on top of the dark brown bookshelf in my bedroom a few feet away from my door.

"What the hell?" I question, angrily.
I jump off of my bed and stand in front of Claire, inches away from her small face.

"You need to drinking your life away, get up, take a shower, and go figure some things out. Mel is too good for you and you don't need overreact over something stupid and little as this. She needs you and you need her. Now get the hell up and go." Claire advises, with a straight face. Her bubbly and bright voice is serious and confident.

"For one day you need to stay away from her and figure some things out before you see Mel again." Claire adds.

"Ok." Is all I can say. I walk over to my closet and grab my toiletry bag to take a shower and get dress. "Hey, Justin." Claire says.

"What?" I ask, sounding annoyed and harsh.

"Love is like a book. There are so many chapters and chapters to go through before you get a happy ending that you deserve." Claire says, confidently and encouragingly.

And, right then and there I knew what Claire meant.

There are many obstacles and setbacks like the fights, crying, screaming, secrets, lies, and jealousy to overcome if I want a happy ending with Mel.

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Mel's POV.

"We should go back to The Indie Underground Scene tomorrow. Their having an opening mic night." Bailey suggests, happily.

"Yeah we should, but I'm not singing."
Caitlin says, giggling. "Maybe, Mel should sing. Justin said you can sing great." Claire says.

Justin said that about me?....Wait they still doesn't change the fact they he left me last night and right now I don't want to hear anything about Justin,
I think to myself.

"Don't. Don't speak."

"I guess, I can sing. I mean I'm no Celine Dion but, I can sing." I say, softly and take a small sip of my strawberry banana milkshake. "Well, I think you should do it. Tonight." Brandon suggests.

"I... don't.....I don't know.." I stutter, nervously. I still have my longtime fear of stage fright but, I just noticed if I can get up on a stage and sing with Justin, then I can do the same but, I will be singing by myself.

"Please, Mel." Cole begs, putting his hands together. "Ok, ok I will." I say, giving in and giving up in defeat. But, I  don't anyone staring at me while I sing." I demand, nicely.

"Yay!!!" Claire cheers, happily and she claps. "Hey, Mel have you gotten a job yet?" Cole asks, curiously. All of sudden, Ethan's offer about me working as an intern at Greene Publishings, Inc. but, it goes away when I think about the fiasco last night at Madison's engagement party between I, Justin, and Ethan.

"Nope." I admit, truthfully. Why don't I have a job?, I ask myself. "Well, I could help you." Cole suggests. "How?" I ask, curiously. "I work at this sick music recording studio downtown called Studio 90 Black. I'm an intern and we get paid a lot. 900 every week." He explains.

I would love to work at a music recording studio, and I do need that type of money in my pocket,I think to myself.

"I know you like music and you can sing so I just thought it would be a great idea." Cole adds.

"Yes. I would love to. I would love to work there." I chirp, excitedly and smiling very wide. "Well let me see your phone." He says. I dig into my blue jeans pocket and hand him my phone quickly.

After Cole gives me Studio 90 Black's phone number, we order another round of milkshakes and donuts.

The glass doors of The Baskin & Robin's open and I turn around to not find Justin, but Ethan.

Ethan is wearing a dark green V-neck T-shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and a pair of black Converse.

I and Ethan lock eyes quickly but, I quickly look away and turn back around to face my group of friends.

What the hell is Ethan doing here? I hope he didn't come here to apologize because it's too late to apologize,
I think to myself.

He walks over to the table where I and my friends are sitting sipping on our milkshakes and laughing at there so bad but their good jokes and taps me on my small shoulder lightly and softly.

"Mel, can I talk to you in private outside?" Ethan asks. With my back turned around to my friends, I begin to ignore him purposely.

"Can I talk to you outside?" He repeats. "We have nothing to talk about, Ethan." I snap.

"Yes, we do. Please just come outside."
He begs me. His voice is so full of sorrow and sadness but, that doesn't make me feel sorry for him.

"Ok, let's go." I huff. I stand up from the table and tell my friends I'll be right back and then, with Ethan behind me, I walk outside into the cold and windy morning air on a Friday in the middle of October.

"What do you want?" I ask, harshly.
"I want you to forgive me. About last night and how I spoke and yelled at you. I didn't mean what I said. I was just angry and jealous seeing you dancing with Justin last night. That should be me. I'm really sorry." He apologizes, sadly.

Ethan's right, that should be him but, it's not. It's Justin. I want Justin and I will always want him. Forever & Always , even though were in a bad place right,I think to myself.

"I can't forgive you, Ethan. I just can't because you called me out of my name two many times and not to mention you ruin Madison's engagement party and what I had with Justin. You aren't sorry, you just want to come back in my life. I don't know if I can forgive you." I say, confidently, looking into his dark brown eyes with a straight face.

The door opens behind me and out piles Claire, Brandon, Caitlin, Aaron,
Cole, Bailey, and Tyler.

"We have to get going, Mel." Bailey says. "Class starts in a few minutes and we know how you hate to be late." Claire adds. "Yeah, I'm ready to go." I say, with a small smile.

I turn around and begin to walk away from Ethan and Baskin & Robin's and over to a parking lot with my large group of friends beside me.

I jump into Caitlin's car quickly with Brandon, Claire, and Bailey as Cole and Aaron hop into Tyler's car. As we drive, I watch Ethan take a sad and devastating look at me and then walks away with both of his hands in his jean pockets.

(While I was writing the two previous chapters (Chapter 49 and 48) I pictured Cole as Tyler Posey, Madison Ryan as Britt Robinson, Aaron as that cute guy from Kings Of Summer, and Stacey as that lesbian from the movie Dope.)

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Btw: I think this was kinda like a sad chapter and it made me cry a bit while writing it (not lying at all!) Because of two reasons:  1 :Mel didn't accept Ethan's heartfelt apology and 2: Claire gave Justin a pep talk about how he needs to get his shit together!

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