A baby.
With someone else..someone he really didn't even like. You watched Mark on top of your brother, getting shot after shot to Jake's face, and Jake trying to shield himself. You can't breathe. Your head was spinning. You so wished this fucking moment was a dream. You closed your eyes trying to wake yourself up but it wasn't working. Why wasn't it working? You just wanted to get up from this fucking nightmare.
Jake manages to get Mark off of him, hitting him wherever he could. You turn around, walking out the front door. You continue to walk and walk until you have no idea where you are. You barely even remembered how you got to where you were. You pull out your phone, calling Chris. You needed someone but not your friends. You needed someone who was going to give it to you straight and not pussy foot around, and that person was absolutely Chris.
"Hellooo?" He answers.
"Can you pick me up?" You whisper. "I'm not terribly sure where I am." You sigh.
"Give me street names and a number on a building if you can. I'll find you." He says, hanging up the phone. You slip your phone back into your pocket, finally letting your tears flow. You crouched down, resting your head in your knees as you hugged yourself and sobbed. You felt so betrayed by the two people you trusted more than anyone else in this world, despite all the shit they had put you through.
"Y/N." Chris whispers. You look up at him, you're sure mascara is smeared across your cheeks. He looks at you sympathetically, holding his hand out. You reach out to grab it, he pulls you up, helping you to his car. He opens your passenger side door, closing it once you're in and heading to the driver's side. The entire car side is silent, aside from your whimpering. You appreciated that he wasn't badgering you for information but instead waiting until you were ready. He pulls into the parking lot of his apartment building. You follow him inside, heading to his couch, where you pull your knees up to your chest and take a few deep breaths.
"So." You begin. You can feel your lip beginning to tremble again as you try to get the words out. The tears threatened to roll down your cheeks again.
"Take your time." Chris half smiles.
"Jake.. he um, he told Mark that he had to choose between me and him." You whisper. "So he had to make a decision if it was going to be me, or his best friend, his brother." You say.
"What?" Chris gasps.
"That's not even the worst." You half laugh. "Remember how I told you those things Jake told me Mark said about me?" You ask. He nods his head. "Turns out Mark never said them. Jake made it up to make sure I stayed away from him." You cry. "And now I find out that Maya is pregnant, and Mark is going to be a dad, and I feel like I have no one and my entire world is fucking falling apart." You whimper. Your chest gets tight as you try to catch your breath. Chris grabs onto your arm, looking you in the eyes, his face close to yours.
"Breathe, Y/N. Come on, breathe." He smiles. You take a few deep breaths, maintaining eye contact until you feel like you can breathe again. He smiles at you. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. You still felt nothing, but this one was different. It felt….wrong. He doesn't move away, but it was not how a kiss should feel. You both back away, looking at each other a little confused.
"That wasn't.." Chris starts.
"No offense, but it felt like I was kissing a cousin." You giggle.
"No offense taken, I feel the exact same." Chris laughs. "I think we're meant to be friends."
"I wholeheartedly agree." You smile. "Look, I'm sorry about this." You sigh. "Calling you, all the crying and big dump of issues I just threw at you."
"Isn't this what friends do?" He smiles. "I'm pretty sure friends are meant to be there for you when you need them."
"Well I really appreciate it. Any advice on what to do? I don't know if I can go back there." You say.
"Did you hear back from that psychology scholarship you applied for a few weeks ago?" He asks.
You shake your head. While you were on your healing journey, you had applied for a scholarship at a different University across the country. You had thought it would be nice to get away and go somewhere for a fresh start for a few months at least. You really didn't think you were going to get it.
"Well feel free to stay here tonight, if you want." He tells you. And that's exactly what you did. You had messaged Jessie and Hayden, letting them know there were some issues and you were turning your phone off.
It was mainly because Mark and Jake would not stop fucking calling and texting you. You needed time away and would turn it back on in the morning, when you were ready. That night you spent your whole time with Chris, watching movies, eating good food and just talking. You talked about everything and nothing, how you were feeling, your feelings for Mark, which, despite everything, hadn't changed. You still loved him, and seeing him after a month of not seeing him had every single thought and feeling you had rushed back to you at full force. But you weren't sure if you could do it with him, not to mention he was going to be a dad. How could you come in between him and the mother of his child? You weren't that type of person.
That night you laid on Chris's couch, your mind racing between everything. You were so fucking conflicted and you honestly just wished you could get away. You turned on your phone, feeling the need to scroll mindlessly through TikTok or something. You had a few texts come through that you ignored, and an email. You checked the email, and sat up on the couch.
"Congratulations Miss L/N Y/N." You read. "You've been selected for the scholarship in…" You pause. You screamed, as loud as you could, forgetting it was 3am and Chris was sleeping. He rushed into the living room, looking panicked with a baseball bat in his hand.
"What?" He yells. "What happened?"
"I GOT IN!" You cry. "I got the scholarship!"