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Biscuit

My Bestfriend is a Jerk

Chapter 20

[Matt’s POV]

She cried in hysterics for what seemed ages and it was getting to that point where I didn’t even know why

Drugs, alcohol and pregnancy are not a good combination.

“Britney” my voice strained

She sniffed

“What happened? I know Rosalie didn’t attack you for no reason”

“She was drunk” Britney murmured “And high”

“Go on” I muttered.

“Why don’t you ask her?!” she sneered

“I left her for a reason”

“What reason?”

“None of your concern”

I didn’t want it to be any of my concern either but the fact was there, running around in circles in my head. Tonight just confirmed that fact. I had to get away from her.

“She was looking for a fight, I won’t lie, I was taunting her” she wiped her eyes “But I didn’t say anything serious” she batted her long eyelashes at me “We were both drunk and off our heads” I watched her carefully.

She was lying.

Sensing my disbelief, she grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her stomach, our eyes never left each other, she placed her hand on top. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever.

“I swear on our baby’s life.”

I blinked in surprise.

My gut told me something was wrong, but she swore.

“Okay” I whispered.

She lost her balance, but I caught her in time. Picking her off her feet I carried her off to the room.

[Rosalie’s POV]

“Rise and shine dude”

It was a real struggle to open my eyes, felt like someone super glued it shut.

I glanced at my alarm clock before the person who woke me up “5:45?” I croaked.

“Yep, go and get dressed we have school” Amy chirped

I pulled the covers over my head. Something wasn’t right. “The party was on Saturday” I mumbled under the covers “What happened to Sunday?”

“You cried and slept throughout the whole of Sunday I’m not surprised you don’t remember it”

I said nothing, painful memories of the party flashback.

The alcohol, the drugs

Beating the shit out of Britney

Matt’s face

Oh God Matt’s face.

The way he looked at me I’ll never forget.

Realisation and disgust.

Probably realised what kind of person I really I’m and disgusted by it.

I wince at the pain in my chest.

A cold breeze rushes past me as the covers are ripped from above me.

“I was with you Saturday night when you wouldn’t stop crying and throwing up. I was with you Sunday when you was crying and falling asleep. Now get up we’ll get through Monday together as well”

I give her a sad smile and got up. I was going to have to face this sooner or later.

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“We can do this” Amy smiled

I smiled back and nodded

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“Hey Rosie!” I hear his voice as I step out of the car

I wave back at Blake. He’s with all his jock friends who are all teasing him and pushing him around playfully.

He runs towards us with a stupid grin on his face and I can’t help but smile back.

“Hey babe” he plants a quick kiss on my lips, embarrassed a little by Amy’s presence.

“Hey” I smile

“Hi Amy” he smiles politely which she returns

His attention turns back to me, a little disbelief already in his eyes.

“I heard you beat up Britney on Saturday?”

I nodded, humiliated

His brows rose in surprise “Wow, are you okay?”

I nod slightly shocked by his response

“Is erm she okay?”

I nod again

“Cool” he breathes “No worries then” he hugs me tightly briefly before letting go.

“I know what Rick Sharman’s Parties are like” he smiles sympathetically “Can change a person”

“Definitely change a person”

He nodded “And speaking of people changing, I don’t think you’ll believe what happened to me this morning.”

Amy and I share glances

“What?” I ask

“So” he smiles “I’m walking in the hallways and I stop at my locker and start to get my books and kit.”

We nod attentively

“Then out of nowhere, Matt shows up and he just has this kind of pained look on his face. I really didn’t know what to expect”

At this point I felt myself freeze and all my blood rushing to my ears.

“He digs into his front pocket and hands me the ring, I got you.”

And at this point I felt my jaw scrape the floor.

“I didn’t even know he took it off you”

I go back to the time when Matt took it off me, the way I fought for it but he never gave it up.

Blake fished into his back pocket and took it out.

And now he handed the ring back to him, as if he’s really done with me, I started to feel my eyes prick.

“Why did he have it?”

I shrug “You know what Matt is like” I whisper

“I do that’s why I was surprised when he just handed it to me”

Blake picked up my hand from my side and slipped the ring on.

“Beautiful” he mused

“Did he say anything?” Amy asked

“Huh?”

“Did Matt say anything when he gave you back the ring?”

“Oh yeah, he said: You can do a much better job”

“A much better job at what? Than who?”

Blake shrugged “I don’t know; before I could ask he was already gone”

At this point.

I literally felt myself die inside.

[Matt’s POV]

“I’m all the way at the other end of school.” She stated “See you at lunch?”

“Yeah” I mumbled

“I love you” she grinned as the bell rang. She tiptoed to reach my lips; I didn’t have the physical energy to meet her halfway.

I swallowed hard “I love you too” I gave a half hearted smile.

People were beginning to stare now, probably because of the fight, but most probably because she was beginning to show.

She waved as she made her way to her class; mine was just a couple of doors down from where I was.

I walked thinking about what I was about to myself through for the rest of my life, I shuddered at the thought.

“Ah Mr Fox welcome back” My English teacher, Mr Jane smiled. “We missed  you, how was your trip”

“Very enlightening” I couldn’t help but think of the different ways that trip was.

“Fantastic and is Harvard an option now?”

“Yeah definitely” I smiled.

I made my way to my seat, there weren’t a lot of people in the class, the second bell hadn’t gone yet. Taking out my stuff, I noticed the empty chair beside me.

Shit.

I forgot I sat next to Rosie.

This was only a two seater desk so I couldn’t really distract myself with someone else.

“Mr Jane”

He turned from writing on the board “Yes?”

“I was wondering” my eyes flashed to the door “If I could possibly sit somewhere else”

Mr Jane chuckled he picked up a piece a paper, probably the seating plan

“Well Mr Fox, it seems like that wasn’t even supposed to be your seat in the beginning of the semester”

I nodded “I know”

“I remember you fought to sit next to-“he picked up the paper again “Miss Reynolds.”

I nodded again “I know”

The second bell rang and students began filing in

“Sir please”

He shook his head “No can do, I don’t want people shuffling around again”

I sigh.

I glance at the door again as the final student walks in. No Rosie.

Maybe she didn’t come into school today; she’s never late for a lesson.

A part of me was very glad.

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“So if we all did our homework, maybe someone will be able to give me a high standard- note I said high standard, character profile of one of our main characters Romeo”

Hands went up but mine stayed on the table fiddling with stuff, an hour had gone and we had another hour left.

A small knock on the door interrupted a student from mid sentence.

“Come in” Mr Jane called

She walked in.

Jesus Christ.

She kept her eyes on the ground as she opened the door, stepped in and closed it behind her. She was wearing her black fitted skirt and a oversized grey jumper with matching Chucks. Her hair cascaded around her. It was hard to see her face.

“Miss Reynolds, you know I have a thing for lateness”

He was trying to control his increasing temper

She lifted up her head “I’m sorry sir” she croaked. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and her face was extremely red.

We shared glances but we both quickly looked away, she blushed adding more colour to her crimson face.

He looked slightly concerned “Are you sick?” he mumbled taking a step closer to her, trying to avoid the class from hearing too much.

I rocked subtly in my seat back and forth trying to control the urge of getting up and holding her. I try and focus to Saturday night, how pissed I was at her. I continue to channel these thoughts.

“No sir” she whispered

“Well” he sighed “this is your first time being late, just make sure it doesn’t happen again”

She nodded.

She walked to her seat without making eye contact. I was hit by her smell and my stomach flipped.

This wasn’t right.

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For the whole of the lesson we sat in silence.

While the whole class chatted during the partner tasks we continued writing individually.

I nodded to myself

I was doing the right thing.

This is how it has to be.