The Fuckboy ~S.M.~

XXV {Sweater Weather}

"Wait Shawn!", Matt wants to go after him but they stop him.

"We're so sorry for this all." Bart apologize.

"It's not your fault, you didn't know anything about him."

"Come on guys, let's go further with the show", Bart says and we all go back to the room were it's held.

"Maho I'm first going to the toilets."

"Sure, you know where they are."

I go to them and refresh my face with some water.

I can't understand why Shawn looked so hurt.

Is there really a chance he didn't do anything?

I want to leave when I hear Shawn and Diana talking behind the door.

I put my ear against it and try to listen to what they say.

"It's hard when no one wants to believe you, right?"

"Are you now happy Diana? Is this what you wanted?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Oh peh-lease, don't act dumb. There is no one here, why are you telling people that I made you pregnant!? You know it's not true!"

"I know, it's just so fun to see you suffer."

"You're a bitch, you know that?"

"Yeah, but look, I need to go. You see this text message? Your friends asked me to come back. Did they send you a text?"

It's quiet for a while.

"Exactly", she says and she walks away.

"Ugh!", he says angry and I hear that he punches the wall.

Then, I think, he sits slowly on the ground and I hear him...

Cry?

I slowly open the door and see Shawn sitting on the flour in the hallway.

"What do you want Courtney?", he snaps at me through his tears. "Don't you need to be with your new bff", he says on an annoyed tone.

I go sit next to him against the wall.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

"I got a lot at that."

"Ugh, I was so stupid to believe Diana."

"Yeah you were, but don't worry, you're not the only one that is so stupid. Look at the whole world!"

"I'm really sorry Shawn. But, really."

"What were you even doing at my place?"

"I told you, the roses."

"But I swear I didn't send you them!"

"Calm down, I believe you. But who send them then?"

"Do you still got the paper with the message?"

"No... Wait... I think I have," and I search in the pockets of my jeans, "Here!"

I show him the paper and he looks annoyed.

"What's wrong?"

"That's Stacey's writing."

"Wait what!?"

"I recognize it because I used to be her tutor... And her boyfriend at that time... But anyways, I'm 100% sure it's hers."

"But why?"

"How do I know?"

I feel my phone buzzing.