𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 ✰ 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔 DISCONTINUED

𝚂𝙸𝚇

Why did I have to say that?! I should've closed my mouth when I had the chance. I never wished to guilt trip him, It was none of my intentions. I look at the window glass ashamed of what I did.

I'm drunk. I'm so denial of all this, that I'm drunk, that my dad loves me, and Jonah's still my bestfriend. We were friends until that day at school.

"Hey, Jonah?" I called. Not looking at his direction but kept my face hidded against the window. I heard him 'hm' as an answer.

"Are we still friends, Jonah? I mean- never mind. Erase that." I quickly changed my mind but it was all too late, the damn words already escaped from my tongue. I heard him sigh and felt his momentarily glance. I want to hear his answer, whether I'm unexpected of it.

But I decipher it that it's, 'I wish we are. But, after all- after five years ago, I couldn't see that I'm still gonna see you as a friend.'

I sighed and let my mind swallowed me whole. Not only I'm depressed but I'm emotionally unstable. I'm such a loser. I may be the richest teenager, but none of the things my dad bought for me could fill the mournful grief I had dealt since mom died.

"I don't know, Y/n. I honestly don't know." He coldly stated.

"Are you still upset about what happend five years ago?"

I didn't felt anything when I asked that, it was weird to not feel the clenching pain that's been stabbing my chest for a millionth times today. "But I wish that you'll forget that, I wish that- I didn't said that and ruined our friendship." I scoffed a bitter laugh and glanced at his stiffen figure.

"It's okay, Jonah, Don't worry. We might see each other this up coming days but I'll try to distant myself for you. If you like that, i'll even not go to the beach tomorrow..." I feel tired. I really am. I guess alcohol is really the only drink that helped me coped with this endless pain.

He grew silent and felt the tension thicken. I felt it, I felt his anger and sadness simultaneously.

It's been minutes since I spoke.

Before I could even blink another lash we're already in the drive way. He drive down the drive way. He stopped the ignition and come out. I followed with a sigh.

"What ride you gonna get? Fuck, I told you not to drive me- you don't have a car to get back to the party." I held my forehead as the sun blinded me. He held out his phone and called someone.

"Don't worry, I got my driver." He then made the call as his driver answered it.

I nodded and look at him, "Hey Jonah?"I called one last time before he ended the call. I bit my bottom lip and hesitate for a bit, "Welcome home." I concluded.

He pursed his lips and nodded. I slowly turn my back towards him and ascended through the stairs. It was hard, to think that the loss and shame was mine and never his.

I closed the door behind me and never looked back, I slide against it as a tear slipped from my eyes. The hot tear rub down slowly through my cheeks.

Damn, the impact was something I didn't expect. I never thought that seeing his presence has hurt me even more than I expected it would be.

I heard a car slowly stopped in my drive way, thinking that it was Jonah's driver. I honestly thought that he'll be knocking on my door to say 'I'm sorry too, I missed you' What? A girl's gotta dream.

Plus, falling inlove with a superstar isn't something so 'rare' everybody's head over heels with my ex-bestfriend and I'm just one of the ebbed of hormones- drooling over a guy. Typical.