Sir, I Think The Badboy Knows About Us...

AN: Right guys, depending on how i write the next chapter and how long it is, i think the next chapter i post will be the last one. That is not a definet yet but it should be the very last chapter of the book! i know, sad times hey? :'( 

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I tried.

I put everything I had and gave everything in order to give it one last shot, and he made his decision. I wasn’t angry at him, I was just crushed. I knew it was his decision and I couldn’t start throwing stuff at him or punch him like I would have done a few weeks back, I realised I had to accept it.

I loved him and that wouldn’t change. I would just have to come to terms with the fact the feeling was definitely not mutual.

Even though all I felt like doing right now was going home, locking myself in my room since Cole still lived in my house, eating my own body weight in Ben and Jerry’s Cookie dough ice cream, watch the titanic and drown my sorrows, I gulped the tears down as I realised I had to face the crowds.

There was a sort of after show gathering in the gym, where refreshments and finger food was being served, and by finger food I meant the cheapest shit you could find at your local grocery store that is probably 95% artificial and 5% actual food. As I walked into the gym to face the people who had seen the show and stuck around after, the mask was firmly in place not to let anyone show that the man I loved had just walked out on me.

I barely made it 5 steps into the gym when my body was crushed by 3 sets of arms.

“YOU WERE AMAZING!”

“I THINK YOU ALMOST MADE VIHAGRA CRY!”

“I ALMOST TOUCHED MYSELF IT WAS THAT GOOD!”

The laugh that escaped my lips was genuine even though I was putting a front on as my 3 best friends were rambling and screaming with excitement while still crushing me in some weird telletubbie group hug.

“I’m glad you liked it and all, but the lungs are the instrument to the voice...and right now your crushing them.” I manage to choke out, through laughter and lack of oxygen.

They quickly pull away, but all of their faces are beaming as they show me their toothy smiles.

“Grace seriously we didn’t even know you were that good, and we’ve practically known you since you starting crapping in the potty.” Mark exclaimed, and again my laugh was genuine.

“Such tender words.” I reply sarcastically with a hand to my heart.

I spot my mum and Daisy walking over at the same time my friends do, and they turn to me. Mark walks over and hugs me in the big protective brother way he always has.

“So proud of you Heath.” He tells me as he squeezes a little tighter. I smile as he steps back and lets Summer have her turn.

“Seeing your girl all grown up brings a tear to your eye!” Summer fake sobs as she flings her arms around me dramatically and I laugh. She steps back again with a smile and hand in hand her and Mark walk over to another crowd of people and begin to mingle.

Jake steps up to me with a slight smirk on his lips.

“So what flattery do you have to give me then?” I ask teasingly, and his smirk widens.

“He will come to his senses soon Grace.” Jake replies, and my smile fades and I swallow.

Jake had seen right through my mask, and he was always the one who could. Out of all of them, Jake knew me better than I knew myself. He had been there through everything and I could never seem to snake a lie past him unless he chose to believe it. I wouldn’t be that surprised if I found out he knew about Kyle the whole time, but just made me believe he was clueless.

“He came to his senses. He left.” I replied my voice monotone as I still refused to break down here.

A knowing smile curved onto Jakes lips before he engulfed me in his arms.

“Deep down, you know you’re lying to yourself.” He whispered in my ear, and the maturity in his voice was surprising. Jake was the joker, he never took anything seriously and right now he was sounding...well mature. He pulled his face away and placed his hands on my shoulders “WELL DONE GRACE YOU WERE BRILL!” he shrieked in a girly voice, making me take back my previous comment about maturity.