I stare in shock at the ring around his finger. Five years of waiting on him to find out he's going to marry the girl I hate probably the most of anyone I know. Even more than Jeffershit.

I look up at his face and see tears streaming down his cheeks. He was shaking his head. "Alex, I'm so sorry...I hope you know that I don't want to-"

"Baby, what's wrong?" A squeaky voice asks from behind me.

I turn my head sharply and see Carrie, looking a bit older now, standing at the door. No matter how much longer her hair was or how much makeup she had added to her appearance, she still had that subtle glare whenever she looked at me.

I glare back at her and then turn to John. "Why the fuck is she here?" I mumble to him.

He looks up at her and quickly wipes away his tears. "Nothing, honey. I'm just...I'm so glad that Alex is okay.." He says, obviously lying. He then stands up and she walks over to him and kisses him.

I frown and look away, not wanting to look at John kissing another person right in front of me. I then look back at them and clear my throat loudly.

They pull away and Carrie raises an eyebrow at me. "Well, he seems to be fine, so we can go now, Johnny." She says, smiling back at John.

John looks at me and then back at Carrie and chuckles nervously. "Uh, Carrie, I was kind of hoping I could have a few more moments alone with Alex?"

Carrie frowns and then begins whining in the most annoying voice ever. "But Johnny, you promised to take me to dinner!"

He sighs and then holds her hands. "I know, I know. Just, five more minutes."

She frowns but gives in somewhat. "Three minutes. I'll be waiting with your other friends." She says before pecking him on the cheek, sending me a quick glare, and walking out.

I look up at John. "Wow. I cannot believe you right now."

John frowns and rushes back to the seat he was in before. "Please, Alex, I hate her. I hate her so much I just-"

"You don't seem to hate her. You seem pretty fond of her, actually." I say, glaring at him.

"But I-"

"Nope."

"Alex just-"

"Uh-uh."

"Alex, please-"

"No!"

"ALEX!" He yells, shutting me up instantly. "What is wrong with you?!"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?! You leave and never contact me and then five years later decide to come back and think everything is okay? Not only are you back, you're with the person I hate the most and you feel the need to shove it in my face!" I yell back at him.

There was a pause before I see John's face fill with anger. "Well, what do you want me to do, Alex? Huh? You don't want me to explain. You don't want me to tell you why any of this is actually happening, so-so what do I need to do to make you happy?"

"Leave." I respond quickly. "You need to leave and never bother me again, John Laurens. It's what you're good at."

Shit. Why would I say that.

He seems shocked by my response, and honestly I am too, but his expression quickly changes as he stands up. "Fine. You want me to leave? I'll leave."

His eyes looked ready to spill tears once again and I sigh. "John-"

"No. You've made it very clear that you don't let anyone in anymore. And you know what? Maybe that is because of me. So I think leaving would actually be the best thing for you." He says before storming out of the room. I sigh and look down. I messed up..Big time...

I hear the door open and I know it's Eliza so I continue to look down, not wanting to get yelled at by her.

"Alex, what the hell?" She asks.

I shake my head. "Eliza, I don't want to hear-"

"No, you don't get a choice. Do you realize how much John has missed you?" She asks. "He has been waiting here every single day for as long as he could for the past week. He was supposed to leave New York yesterday, but had to bribe his stupid fiance to let him stay until you woke up. He did that so he could apologize and try to explain to you what happened, and you tell him to leave?"

"Eliza, I didn't do it on purpose. I have no idea what's wrong with me I just..I just..." I start sobbing as I continue to stare at my lap.

The weight on my bed shifts and I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders. I grab them and hold onto them tightly so she couldn't leave. "Eliza, I don't know what to do.."

"You still love him, don't you?" She asks, not letting go of me.

I nod. "Ye-yeah, I think I do.."

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