Come Over When You're Sober PT.1| A Gustav Ahr Fanfiction| Hellboyyy_|

Juliet's Regrets~010

 I had to sit at the table with all the Cheerleaders. While I loved the hell out of all of them, I missed my friends. "Hey, I'll see you guys tomorrow," As I began to get up, they stopped me. "What about practice?" They asked. "It's cancelled for today," my legs carried me out to my car and I drove to the place Layla took me a while ago. 

Smoking had been the only thing keeping me sane these past couple of days. Without it, I might just crack. 

My phone rang, gaining my attention. It was Jada. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why she was calling me. "Hey," He voice rang through the other line. "What's up?" I asked confused. "I heard about what happened... I'm sorry Bunny," Of course she brought it up. "It's fine. I might be moving back so it doesn't really matter,"

"Oh... That's great and all but I thought you liked it there," I chuckled. "Moving here was a mistake," She let out a small sigh. "Okay, well I'll talk to you later Bunny, I love you," She hung up and that was that. 

I need to get the fuck out of this city...

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School was a complete shit show. I still hung around the popular girls but that only made the group hate me more. I was turning into who I was in Michigan. A bitchy rich popular girl seemed to suit me in their eyes. So that's what I became. Though it sounds petty, I have no guilt in it anymore. I'm leaving in a few months anyways. 

"Hey, I'm throwing a party tonight and you need to come," One of the girls that I completely don't remember walked over to me. Placing my books inside of my locker I turned to her. "What's the theme?" I asked. "Y2k fashion, completely inspired by you and your amazing outfits you wear," I smiled at her for a second. "Alright fine, but I honestly refuse to buy the beer this time," 

"It's fine, Derek's got it covered. Speaking of, he's running for prom king," My eyes widened at this. "Really? Since when? Last time I checked he hated prom," She shrugged. "I heard he's doing it because he wants you to run as the queen. Maybe he likes you," Wiggling her eyebrows at me I chuckled. "I doubt it, I'm not his type," 

"What do you think his type is?" We sat down in our next class. It was a study hall and our teacher didn't really care much about what we did. "Jessica is his type. He practically drools over her. And he's never once made a move, I don't think the rumor is true," She sighed, pulling her phone before letting out a large gasp. "Bitch, get the fuck up right now he's coming," My eyebrows furrowed in confusion before I saw Derek walk in with a poster, flowers, and several gifts. 

The thing that caught my eye was the skateboard in his hand. It was the one I had wanted for weeks. 

'Prom?" It was simple but cheesy. A large grin came to my face as I tilted my head back in embarrassment. "Seriously? In front of everybody?" I whined making him laugh. "Come on, don't leave a guy hanging," Rolling my eyes, I took the skate board in his hand. "Fine, but I better get In and Out after," He smiled before pulling me into a hug. 

"I'll see you at the game tonight?" Giving a small nod, he placed a kiss on my forehead before leaving. I turned to my friend, who's name I still didn't remember, with a shocked face. "You should listen to me more Bunny," That nickname ran shivers down my spine just hearing it. It made me wanna vomit. And that's exactly what happened. 

I busted through the bathroom, running inside a stall. My demons came out at that moment as I had a complete breakdown. 

"Aaliyah?" Josh. "If you came here to make me feel like shit don't worry, I've been feeling it since the funeral," I saw his feet stop in front of the door. His crisp and clean Jordan 1's catching my eye. "When did you get those?" I asked, wiping my tears with the sleeve to my brown flannel. "A couple of days ago... Liyah, open the door, you can talk to me," I scoffed at his statement. "That's ironic given as you've all been ignoring me," Sighing, he reached over the door and unlocked it, opening it.

Tears stained my cheeks and my eyes were puffy. His face softened as our eyes met. 

"What's going on?" He asked. "That girl I hang out with... You know the one with the blonde hair and acts totally stupid but is really smart?" He nodded at my question. "She called me the nickname..." My voice cracked as I began to remember it. "It makes me feel disgusting... I wasn't there for her... And I hurt you and- God I'm just a terrible fucking person, I knew moving here was a mistake," 

I got up, trying to rush past him, but his rough hands gently grabbed my arm. "Your not a terrible person, Peep told me what happened-"

"-But I still kissed back, I still fucked up. I need to take accountability," Tears streamed down my face as I made eye contact with the boy. But before I knew it, I was in his arms, face buried in his chest. "It's okay, I forgive you. But I think being friends is best for us, we barely even got a chance to do that," The ghost of a smile appeared on my face. 

"I'm really sorry," Shushing me, he placed some hair behind my ear. "It's okay, we're okay now,"

I didn't think Josh would ever forgive me for what I did to him... It was so fucked up. And although he forgave me, I don't think I would ever be able to forgive myself. I hurt him...Josh was my best relationship in so long and I hurt him. What good person does that? 

There was no way to justify it, and I had this funny little gut feeling that things weren't over. They were nowhere close to over.