3 months later So long…3 fucking months has past since that day. I talk to Brian sometimes…when I see him in one of our classes or just in the hallway, but our friendship is dead; that's a fact. It’s never going to be like our past… talking, laughing, just being friends. When we see each other it’s just about the weather and 'How are you doing?' 'Fine, you?' 'Fine' 'Good'. Sometimes I just can’t stop thinking about how much we've grown away from each other, I wish I could take everything back and make it to normal again. Being best friends like I promised. Our promise is so full of bullshit. At lunchtime, Brian’s POV When I walk into the cafeteria I see the group sitting at the usual lunch table. Justin, Emmett, Michael, Daphne, and….oh, look at that, Ted has taken my spot. Let me explain. A week later, the fatal day happened, I was accepted by the coach to play in the new season. Of course I said yes. Football is my sport, but it also meant the jocks and cheerleaders asked me to join their table. First, I was not sure but when I saw the anger in Justin’s eyes when I talked to Chris, one of the 'leaders', I was fucking pleased with myself and told my new group of friends yes. I don’t know what it is with me lately, but when I see Justin jealous or angry with me I am happy. I put my wall up and I don’t care anymore, I never will again. I walk to my table, the new one, and in an instant the jocks look up and call my name as they see me. One of the players, Randy, is winking at me. “Ten minutes,” he mouths. He stands up and passes by me, and when he does he brushes his shoulder to mine. I nod towards him. In the corner of my eye I see Justin glaring at me. Mission completed. He saw it… again. When I walk into the boys bathroom, Randy is already there waiting for me. The guy is hot…really hot. Blonde hair, blue eyes, strong body built from all the training. He reminds me of someone but I don’t wanna think about right now now. I just wanna fuck that guy right here right now. ”You made it.” He tells me. ”Yeah, what did you think? I was going to pass up a good fuck in school? Not a chance.” Randy looks past me and walks to the door. As he tries to lock it, I stop him. ”Leave it open, you don’t know what a kick it is when you know you can get caught,” I tell him. He raises his eyebrow. ”Relax, they are all in the lunchroom, no one is going to be around now. Besides, they should be smart not to enter when they hear you screaming my name over and over.” I smirk. He laughs shyly. I grab him by his shirt and push him into one of the bathroom stalls. I am just happy that St. James is a wealthy school so they have big bathroom stalls with lots of space in it. I turn him around and yank off his pants. I do the same to mine. As I am about to pull a condom out of my jacket the bathroom door slams open and I hear someone run into a stall near us. It seems like he is crying and puking at the same time. I tell Randy to shut up as I try to see who it is. I pull up my pants and look over the stall, very quietly, as I see Emmett coming in. Justin’s POV Asshole! I can’t believe him. And in school! That’s like the sixth time this has happened in the last three months. Oh my God, I shouldn’t get so upset. My stomach is turning like crazy. ”Honey are you ok?” ”Yeah Em, I think I am fine. My stomach just hurts a bit and I feel so sick. Maybe we should go the drugstore after school like you said. I want to know for sure,” I say with what probably looks like embarrassment. ”Ok sweetie that’s fine.” He pats my arm. His eyes widen as he sees the look on my face. ”I think I need to pu…” That's as far as I get. I run, and I mean I really run out of the cafeteria to find the bathroom. I see Emmett running after me. I stumble into the bathroom. I hear nothing. I am so glad no one is here. I open the door of one of the stalls…I just need to let it out, I can’t hold it anymore. I start to cry and throw up at the same time. This is too much…it can’t be. I hear Emmett coming in. He is standing behind me. ”Justin, I am so sorry,” he says. ” No!” I yell between sobs. ”It’s my fault. I should have used a fucking condom anyway. Emmett what am I going to do? I don’t want this. It’s not the right time. I can’t make it on my own. Oh god…” I start to cry again. He lifts me up from the ground and takes me into his arms. ”Baby it could just be that you are sick…the flu or something. We don’t have to think that way. You know what…why don’t we get out of here and find a comfy place to talk it all over?” I wipe my tears away and nod at him. I just can’t find the words to tell him that if I'm pregnant, and I think I am, I don’t want Brian to know, I just don’t want anyone to know. Well, besides Michael, there is no one who knows already and I want to keep it that way. I am not even sure if I am going to keep the baby, I mean I am 18 and I want my life to go like I wanted it to go for so long. I want to go to Ibiza some day…I want to be free…I want to live, not be bound by a child. Fuck, this is really the biggest mistake that Brian and I have ever made. We stand up. I look in the mirror and I clean myself a bit up. I turn to face Emmett and ask him if we can go now. ”Yeah sweetie, come on.” He hugs me and kisses my temple and we walk out of the door hoping to find out the truth. Brian’s POV I’m standing two stalls down listening to what sounds like Justin crying. I couldn’t hear clearly, but I think I heard something about a condom…and why was he talking to Em about it? I let go of my hold on Randy. We were about to fuck but now I’m too angry I can’t even hear him speak to me…he does sound pissed though. He just keeps going on and on but I don’t hear a word. I wonder what’s wrong with Justin. Condom…sick…Emmett? Huh… No. Did he fuck Emmett? If Emmett gave Justin some STD I am going to kill him! Fuck, if he fucked Justin I am going to kill him either way!