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I lay facing up on my bed. How dare Knox seriously say that about Zack! He's changed, he actually became a nice guy. He cares about me and how I'm feeling! Clearly Knox doesn't. We've been friends for over six years and it seems that he never cared about how I feel. Why can't he just be happy for me? If he were to get a girlfriend then I know for a fact that I'd support him. Knox is such a selfish, jealous prick! I should call Zack, I really need someone to talk to.

I grab my phone and dial Zack's number, no answer. "Maybe he's just busy, I'll send him a text and wait for him to respond," I mumble to myself. I text him, 'Hey, I really need someone right now, get back to me when you can.' I set my phone down and lay my head down, it shouldn't take him long to respond.

An hour later I decide to scroll through Instagram. The second I open the app, I see that he recently added to his story. He's hanging out with his friends, they're all at his place and getting high.

I decide to text him again, 'Hey, you could've just said that you were busy. I would've understood, I hope you have fun with your friends.'

It takes a half an hour for him to respond, 'Come over.'

'Okay,' I respond in less than a second. 'On my way.' I put on my best looking outfit, a light blue crop top and black shorts, and ran out of the door. I hop on the bus and make my way to his place.

When I get there, I knock on his door. His best friend opens it and smiles at me.

"Who is it?" I hear Zack call from another room.

"Alina," He says back, over his shoulder.

"Let her in," Zack calls and his friend walks away, I close the door behind me. I follow him to where Zack and all of his other friends are chilling. There are three dudes with girls on their laps. Everyone here is high. I start to feel uncomfortable.

"Who's she?" One of the girls asks with a bitchy look on her face. How does she not know who I am? Maybe Zack just didn't get the chance to tell everyone yet. We did start dating just recently afterall. Yeah, he just didn't get the chance yet.

Zack takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap, "She's my new girl." I look at him and see an intoxicated smile with bright pink eyes.

The girls scan me up and down. "Sure she is," one of the girls smile in disbelief.

Zack shrugs and pushes me off his lap and beside him, "We just started dating recently."

"Is she the girl that was spamming your phone?" Another girl asks. Except this girl doesn't look like she's judging me. She looks like she's warning me. I choose to ignore it.

"Nah," Zack laughs and covertly signals her to shut up. "That was my… mom."

I lean into his ear, the other ooh with smirks on their face. I whisper to him, "Can I talk to you?"

He gestures to his friends and whispers back, "I'm with my friends right now, maybe later." He checks me out and smirks, "Maybe we can talk in my bed." He winks.

"Can I join?" His best friend asks, leaning over our shoulders.

Zack laughs and raises an eyebrow at him, "You can join us any night."

They both look at me with smirks causing me to feel uncomfortable, "No way in hell." I respond.

"Aww," His best friend pouts. "You're no fun."

I clearly don't belong here. These aren't my kind of people, I shouldn't be here. I'm just being annoying. I lean back over to Zack, "I'm going to go home, text me later, okay?"

He kisses my cheek and says, "Hopefully you'll be more in the mood when we're alone." I choose to ignore that and walk out, I hear two of the girls snicker as I leave.

I hop back onto the bus and make my way back home, choking back my tears. I'm sure that he was just like that because he was high, he's better than that. He loves and cherishes me. But that just makes me a little more curious. He's been hanging out with his friends for a few hours now, and I never popped up once that entire time? Maybe he just wanted to surprise his friends with his new girlfriend. Yeah, I'm sure that's why. Also, I didn't spam him. I texted him twice before he actually responded. Also, why would his mom be spamming him? Last time I checked she prefers staying off her phone as much as possible. It's also not like she saw his story and got upset that he was high. One, she's not on Instagram. Two, she doesn't care if her son gets high or even drunk, so it's not like she was upset about that. I'm sure that I'm just picking at it too much. Whatever his messages were about, they're his messages and I should respect his privacy. I'll talk to him later and we'll finally be able to be alone.

I decide to ignore whatever happened today and just go back to bed. I almost grab my phone to text Knox, but then the memory of everything he said flashed through my mind and I throw my phone across the room.

"I'm sure everything is going to be fine," I mumble reassurance to myself. "He loves me, much more than Knox does." I smile and lay on my side. "I love him too."