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I made a mistake in Chapter 22- I used the name Eric by accident, Eric is another character from my other book- I keep making mistakes with these names *Wah* sorry

I loved hearing your debates about who the baby daddy was, Paul or Blake LOL- you guys are so funny ! but it is now revealed!!!!! 

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 P.S-Picture of Britney on the side-------------------------------> 

My Best Friend is a Jerk.

Chapter 23

[Rosalie’s POV]

“Have you seen Matt at all today?” Amy asked as she lounged back on the grass.

The weather was particularly amazing today.

“Nope” I replied fairly quickly

It was already lunch I don’t think he was going to bother coming in today.

“Hey babe” I looked up squinting a little bit

I grinned “Hey Blake”

Paul was behind him

“Hey Paul”

“Hey” he smiled.

“Can we sit here?”

“Sure”

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We had spent about 30 minutes outside laughing and chatting away.

“I KNOW RIGHT!?” Amy squealed laughing her head off “I mean-“

“YOU SON OF-A BITCH” Our head snapped simultaneously at the hollering.

Matt was storming over, looking like he could kill someone. 

Once close enough he pounced on...

Blake!

Wait what!?

And Paul?!

They were in a three way fight- two against one.

Blake wrestled his way behind Matt, wrapping his arm around his neck. Paul got up and punched him in the stomach repeatedly.

Matt started coughing up blood but that didn’t stop him.

He grabbed Paul and kicked him in the stomach surrendering him to his knees. He then elbowed Blake in the stomach.

I sat there frozen

Horrified.

“Rosalie” Amy shook me “we need to do something!”

I got up but backed away- one of those punches could seriously knock me out.

“Matt!” I screamed. He was the cause of all of this.

He faced to look at me, earning a blow from Paul.

He staggered back before running towards him.

God this was not working.

People were starting to notice.

I took eye of the football team tackling each other in the distance “HEY JACK” I shouted, he was the captain.

He immediately heard.

I waved my hands around to get his attention.

He was taken aback a bit by the fight but then called over his friends and they ran towards us.

One managed to rip Blake from the equation and another Paul.

Two boys had to hold down Matt.

Matt struggled wildly “LET GO, LET GO OF ME”

“What is your problem Matt!?” I shouted

 He was still sending death glares at Paul and Blake

“This Bastard” he was looking at Paul “Is the father of Britney’s baby”

My mouth opened and probably slapped the floor.

“And this other Bitch knew about it the whole fucking time!” he was glaring at Blake.

The pair looked ashamed.

It was true.

“Let go of me” he muttered shrugging the two jocks off and walked away.

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 “Wait Rosie! Please wait!” he managed to grab hold of my wrist and spun me round.

I slapped him

“This whole time...you knew! After everything I would tell you and you still kept your mouth shut”

My eyes stung a little.

“He’s been my best friend since kindergarten! I promised not to say anything- no matter how idiotic he was being. The problem was you were my girlfriend and Matt was your friend- I didn’t know what to do”

“I guess I wasn’t important enough. You just watched me run around like an idiot for Matt. Was it funny?”

He shook his head furiously a little horrified “No Rosie you can’t see it like that! All it was-” his face dropped even more “Oh God, you’re crying”

I touched my wet face.

I yanked my wrist out of his hand and quickly ran home

“ROSIE!”

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[Matt’s POV]

We sat across my dining table, surrounded by mess.

She had sleeping bags the size of her head. Her hair was all over the place and she was still wearing the clothes she wore yesterday.

I nodded “You look like how I feel Britney”

She held in a sob as I picked up two packed bags from either side of me and placed them on the table.

“You are leaving my house. I hope you understand” she nodded.

I nodded back

“But I’ll let you stay today. You have the rest of the day to figure out where you are going to sleep”

“Thank you” she whispered.

I stood up

“Matt” her voice cracked a bit “Will you at least let me explain?”

“No”

“Please”

I sighed and sat back down.

“I will listen on one condition”

“What?”

“You go over to Rosalie’s house apologise and explain your sorry self to her and her stupid prostitute of a friend”.

“Alright” she bowed her head down

I crossed my arms “Talk”

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[Rosalie’s POV]

We laid together on my bed, none of us saying anything.

“How did this end up being so fucked up?”

I didn’t say anything.

I looked at the ring, shining slightly on my finger.

I slipped it off and put it in my side table.

“Over?”

“More than”

I sighed “I think he knows that as well”

It was Amy’s turn not to say anything.

The doorbell rang, causing us to glance wearily at each other.

  “I’m not opening that door” I stated

Amy chuckled “neither I’m I”

I had a feeling that whoever was behind   that door I wasn’t going to be pleased to see, so they might as well go away now

“Rosie!” my mum shouted from downstairs

“Yeah!?”

“A girl call Britney is here to see you!!”

I groaned “Oh God”

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We sat across my dining table.

Britney on one side, me and Amy on the other.

I was so sure nothing had been said for the past 15 minutes.

“Uhm” she hesitated “Firstly, I want to say I’m sorry”

“To both of you”

Amy nodded “Thank you” she stood up “I think I should leave” she continued to walk away, I followed the sounds of her footsteps until I heard the door shut

I didn’t say anything and neither did Britney for a while.

“We were supposed to keep it a secret- but Paul dragged Blake into it” she looked up at me hopefully.

I had to look away.

Was she trying to change my mind?

“Don’t go on about him” I whispered. I could feel my eyes welling up again.

“I’m sorry” she cast her head down

There were more waves of prolonged silence.

“I’m not a crazy bitch; I didn’t do this out of spite.”

“I have had sex with Matt- but Paul is the father, we both know it.”

“So why?”

“I knew Matt was rich and Paul...Paul wasn’t. He didn’t have the money to pay for the things the baby needed; one hospital bill would set him back a couple years.” She sighed

I swallowed

“And with my parent’s on the verge of kicking me out, we were out of options. That’s when I saw Matt one day at the parking lot and the idea it just...struck me.” She looked at her fingers guiltily “we were desperate!” Surrendering her head to her hands she began to cry “God, I didn’t know he was going to slave away at two jobs to support us, I didn’t know about his father, I felt terrible but what could I have done?”

She cried a little harder.

“And now he’s broken mess, I’ve completely demoralised him”

I felt my stone cold facade crumble slowly.

“He wrecked the house completely, when I left him he was sitting on the floor in the kitchen”

I chewed on my lip anxiously.

“I’m so sorry Rosie...for everything.”

I made no attempt to say anything.

She stood up with me following.

We walked to the door in silence.

You can’t just let her go like that!

Why was my goddamn conscious playing guilty tricks on me?

I groaned inwardly- I was just too nice.

“Britney wait” she turned around halfway through the door. “I dislike you so much and I can confidently say I will never like you.”

She nodded “I understand”

 “But I forgive you for what you did. Thank you for apologising”

 She cracked a small smile. I dipped my hand into my back pocket and picked out Blake’s ring

 I dropped it in her hand “Give that to Blake. He’ll understand”

 Her face crumbled a little bit “okay” she whispered

 Closing the door behind me and went back to my room and flopped on my bed.

 Why

Why

 Why!? did she have to tell me about Matt.

 A part of me wanted to go and see if he was okay.

 But the other 95% really did not want to do that.

 I may have forgiven Britney, but not Matt

 No way.

 I started to think about Matt’s aggression- it was frightening.

 I knew as he was breathing the shit out of Paul and Blake that anger wasn’t only with the baby thing.

 He was trying to release years of anger.

 I thought about what made him so angry all the time

 And it came to me.

 This led me to doing one crazy thing.

 I picked up my cell and dialled a number I hadn’t dialled in ages.

 The phone rang twice before he picked up

 “Hello?” His voice was like Matt’s but so much calmer

 “Hello Mr. Fox” I breathed “we need to talk”