Meghan's POV:
He walked over to me.
"You need to hear me out-" he started.
"What?! You're so sorry, and you want me back? Huh?! Is that what you want to hear?!" I screamed.
"Look Meghan! Give me a chance! It wasn't me! It was David," he said.
"YOU TRY TO MAKE THINGS BETTER BY BLAMING MY BROTHER?!" I slapped him.
I didn't mean to. I was just so angry.
His face went from defeated to angry.
"IT'S MY FAULT THAT YOU'RE FUCKING BROTHER TRYS TO FUCK ME?!" he shouted.
"Oh-I didnt-" I fell back onto the ground.
He sighed.
"I'm sorry. I tried to get away, trust me. I don't want to lose you," he rubbed my shoulder.
"Me either," I looked back to him.
He lifted my chin so that our lips met. Our mouths moved pressed against each other's. He pulled me into a hug.
"Are you okay?" he whispered into my ear.
"With you, but how will I trust David again?" I said.
"I think he was a little drunk. I don't think it was on purpose."
"Let's go home," he lifted me up.
"Thanks Justine!" I turned around and hugged her.
"Thank him, not me. I didn't do anything," she laughed.
"Thanks for being the best friend ever," I squeezed her tighter then let go.
Joey and I walked hand in hand, all the way home.
