Picture Perfect

Chapter 14

Alessia POV
I was sitting in my last block not able to may attention, much like yesterday. Instead of being nervous about grades however, my mind was on a certain asshole. After the stunt he pulled yesterday, I told him I needed to talk to him. He never even responded.

As the bell rang, I threw my bag over my shoulder and stormed out of the door. Judging by how people moved out of my way, I must have looked as pissed off as I felt. Opening the door to the outside, I heard someone yell my name. Turning my head, I saw Hillary jogging towards me.

"Sia, hey." She waved me over.

"If this is about homecoming, I really don't want to-"

"No no it's actually important," she interrupted me. The tall blonde had a worried look on her face where her grin usually was displayed. "I've been wanting to talk to you about this for a while, and well Becca would kill me if she knew-I just feel that you should know-" The girl was speaking a mile a minute.

"Hillary, calm down. What's wrong? Is Becca okay?"

"She's fine. It's not anything like that. It's well," she drifted off and looked at the ground.

"Spit it out, you look like you're gonna pass out."

"beccahasbeensleepingwithyourboyfriend," she said fast before releasing the breath she had been holding.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Becca has been sleeping with Damien behind your back." My eyes widened at her.

"How do you know?" I lowered my eyebrows and stared at her, looking for some sign that she was lying.

"She told me." Figures. The girls are best friends. But why is Hillary telling me then?

"How long?" I was trying my best not to throw something or cry at the same time.

"Basically the beginning of the year. Remember the night the cops came to the party and you were caught. That was the first time. Alessia, I'm really sorry," she took a step forwards, as if to hug me.

"Why are you telling me?" I took a step back.

"Because it isn't right. You should know."

"But your her best friend."

"I'm not best friends with that version of Becca. He turned her into something she's not and I felt guilty not telling you."

"I don't want your pity." I scowled at her as she tried to comfort me again.

"Alessia-"

"I gotta go," I turned away from her and ran to my car.

After making a scene yesterday, I felt guilty about him. That I hadn't been a good girlfriend. It's not like it mattered though. He was fucking someone behind my back the entire time. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. I'd love to see him try and make this my fault.

I sped the entire way home and slammed the door to my car shut. I looked over at the house across the street, wanting to barge in and give him a piece of my mind. But I didn't. I went straight to my door and sat in the dining room, waiting for Jonathan. After a few minutes, I got a text from an unknown number.

"Hey it's Jonathan. My work called me in so I can't make it this afternoon. I'll see you tomorrow. Finish the worksheet from yesterday. :)" It read.

Jonathan was still probably upset about yesterday, not that I blame him. I didn't do anything. I just sat there as Damien insulted him. In front of his mom no less. Aren't I just the greatest friend?