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● confusing day

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, sliding my eyes shut as I tried to concentrate on my own words at the moment, not letting the despondency dominating my entire features. I was so fucked up. "How did you know, anyway? There's not any proof, right?"

"Dylan said he wasn't going to let you go for ruining his relationship with me," Michael muttered, finishing his words with a hefty sigh before continuing, "It's not like he did it because he love me, you know, I know him very well Luke. He just - he wanted a revenge against you, and me being your best friend, of course."

"No offense, but why not only you? You cheated on him, but that doesn't mean he should hate me too."

"Of course he would hate you, idiot! Look at us, still have a good connection even after Dylan and I broke up. He thought you were the reason I cheated on him, considering he caught us that night, and without mentioning, we're best friends, until now," Michael huffed, shaking his head lowly.

"Goddamnit. It was one night! He's over reacting," I groaned, running my fingers through my hair and tugging it harshly with so much force.

Michael sucked in breath, a concerned frown being sculpted on his pierced eyebrows. "I don't know, Luke. Think of Calum, what if both of you were in relationship and he fucked his best friend right in front of your eyes?"

Hearing that, my mind suddenly went stuck in the middle. Like there was a wide and big wall being collided against the floor to block me.

I couldn't retort his words. It was true. If I found out Calum was fucking his best friend - which he didn't really have, but still, I would be mad, I would be disappointed, and I would be crying for days. Hell, perhaps I would think that I wasn't good enough for him that he needed to fuck someone else other than me.

And Dylan felt that.

Everything went numb as I drown myself inside the depth of my deepest thoughts, anxiously biting my lower lip and fiddling my fingers together unconsciously, trying to build some words that I finally managed to let them out as I faced Michael with a sad look.

"I'm sorry," I muttered with a low voice, almost inaudible if Michael hadn't paid any attention at me. "I shouldn't have said that. You were right. We both were at fault - even though it was a damn mistake."

Michael huffed, fluttering his eyelids close. "Yeah, right. I already explained it to him, but he didn't want an explanation and he broke up with me instantly. You never apologized to him either."

"I should apologize - fuck. I was so stupid. I just thought it wasn't a big deal because I thought he was the dick one for not letting you to explain about the truth. Of course he would mad at you, duh. Oh god - I didn't even remember his face and name, I'm sorry Michael."

The guy who seated right next to me let out a chuckle. It was sincere, although it came out as a bitter one, but I knew it came from the bottom of his heart right now. Not a forced one. "It was five months ago and we just talked about it right now. Nice."

"C'mon, you ditched me back then! That's why I don't even want to remember him because he stole my best friend."

Michael shrugged. "True that, you never seen him that much before because I left you but I already apologized, right?"

"Yea-" my words were cut off by a heavy vibrate inside my pocket, telling me that I received a new message. I quickly tucked my hand inside and grabbed my phone, checking who had sent me a text message in this hour.

Oh, shit.

from your prince

Luke, we need to talk. Go back to your house right now, i'll wait you at there.