John's POV

"I just.. I don't know what to do. Everytime I think I'm on his good side, he's mad at me for something else." I sigh, running my hands through my hair.

"Well, you can't blame yourself. Maybe he's going through his own things?"

"Carrie, I highly doubt that's it. All of the problems all come back to you." I groan and shake my head. "Maybe I should have listened to my dad. Just gone to law school after all. Then maybe Alex and I wouldn't be having this many issues."

Carrie frowns and sits next to me, rubbing my back. "But if you went to law school, you would have regretted it. You love art, you have to pursue that. Even if it means you go through some rough patches with your boyfriend."

"I guess so.. I don't know. He just.. He hates you. Always accusing me of cheating on him with you." I say.

"Well, is he wrong?"

I look up at her and raise an eyebrow. "Yes, yes he is."

"John, it's not like he's saying completely random things. There was that one night-"

"Yes, I'm aware of what happened that one night. But we both agreed it meant nothing, and therefore it couldn't have been cheating." I state. "Right?"

Carrie sighs softly. "John, there's always going to be string attached. And he doesn't know that we slept together and didn't think it meant anything. He just thinks we slept together and were doing it to intentionally hurt him."

I shake my head. "He's always assuming the worst of me. You know he thought I was homophobic and wouldn't talk to me for like a whole month? It's like, no matter what I do, I'm still a terrible guy in his eyes."

"You're not a terrible guy. You're right, he's just assuming the worst." She leans back. "Maybe you should tell him about what we did. Come clean, and tell him it meant nothing to you."

"Are you kidding? He'll dump me so fast I won't be able to even explain anything that happened." I say. "And Alex has given me so many chances already, I highly doubt he's going to give me any more."

"Well, maybe you should let him." She says quietly.

I raise an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

"Oh come on, John. You two haven't been doing so great for a little while now. Don't you think maybe there is no salvaging the relationship?"

"No, no, of course there is. We've gotten through rough patches before, we can get through them again.."

She nods and sighs. "Okay, I won't try and convince you otherwise." She leans closer to me. "But maybe I can help you relieve some stress?"

I hesitate as she connects her lips to mine. I slowly kissed her back, but when I started thinking about Alex, I pushed her away, shaking my head. "No, nope. We can't, not again."

She frowns gently. "Well, why not? Nobody needs to know, Johnny."

"Because, this isn't going to solve anything. It will only make matters worse." I say sternly. She still has her hand placed on my thigh as she huffs.

"Well what does it matter, you're not going to tell him anyway." She leans a little closer again.

I pull away and stand up. "No, I'm putting my foot down. I have to go back to Alex and make things right, rather than keep coming here to avoid talking about it." I start grabbing my stuff and look around. "Do you know where my phone is? I thought you had it last."

She sighs and pulls it out of her back pocket, handing it to me. "You know, you don't have to leave." She says.

I shake my head. "No, I'm pretty sure I do. It's the right thing to do." I say. "I'll see you in class Tuesday, okay?"

She nods, having a bored expression on her face. "Okay, whatever. See you later, John."

I rush out of her dorm room and get to my car, driving to Alex and I's apartment. I don't know how I'm going to tell him, but I knew I had to. Denying it wasn't doing anything, so I should give him what he wants.

As soon as I enter the apartment, I see Peggy sitting on the couch, typing away. When she hears me come in, she gives me a disapproving look, shaking her head at me. "John, I thought you were better than this." She says.

I frown in confusion and stay put. "What are you talking about?"

Before she could answer, Alex entered the livingroom with two bags in his hands. "Where are you going, Alex?" I ask.

He stops and looks at me. He looked hurt and sad, but also really angry. I don't know what happened while I was gone, but clearly something did.

"Actually, John, these are for you." He says as he drops the bags in front of him. "I thought I'd help you pack so you could get out of here as fast as possible."

I stare in shock at him. "I'm sorry- what? Why am I leaving?"

"'She's just a friend,' 'I can't believe you don't trust me,'" He mocks. "'It never means anything more.'"

"What are you doing? What have you heard?" I ask, taking slow breaths to try and not panic.

"You lied to me! You told me you weren't cheating on me with her!" He shouts. "And then you go and talk about how you two slept together! Yeah, that's right John, I heard it all."

"How did you hear all that?" I ask, furrowing my brows gently.

"Oh, you mean you didn't want me to hear it? Because you called me, John. You called me while you were at Carrie's house, and I heard your whole conversation." He scoffs slightly. "You know, I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. I was trying to reason with myself that you would never go and do a thing like that."

"Alex, I never called you, how could you have possibly heard that?" I was still confused.

"I don't know, maybe you butt-dialed me, why does that matter anyway? You're missing the bigger issue here."

My eyes widen slightly. "I.. Carrie had my phone last." I say, shaking my head. "You don't think.."

"Sure, now you wanna blame it on Carrie. I have been trying to tell you that she has been trying to break us up for months, and you're just now thinking that?"

"What? No, I didn't say that, she would never-"

"Get out."

I freeze and stare at him, my heart dropping. "W-what?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes and grabs the bags, shoving them in my hands. "I said get out!"

I frown angrily. "Typical, you won't even listen to me or try to hear my side."

"I don't need to hear anything else, I heard it all in the call! Now leave!"

"No, you need to hear what I have to say!"

"John, if you don't get your ass out of my apartment this instant, I will kick you out physically." He says, glaring at me.

I scoff and look down at him. "First off, we both know you physically can't do that. Second off, I pay for half of this apartment, too, you can't just kick me out!"

"I swear to God, John. I'll cover your part of the rent, I'll find a new roommate, just get the hell out!"

I frown and grab my bags, as well as my stuff I had dropped off on the counter. "Fine, but good luck finding someone to put up with you. You're such a pretentious asshole."

"Oh, I'm the pretentious one? Why don't you just go hang out with Carrie? Hm? I'm sure she'll love your company. Maybe you two can continue where you left off!"

I roll my eyes and walk out of the house, looking at him one last time. "Goodbye, Hamilton. Have fun being lonely."

He walks after me, grabbing the door. "Oh, fuck off, Laurens." He says right before slamming the door in my face.

I stare blankly at the door, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. This was all my fault, and now I don't know what to do.

I can't go back in, he'll only throw me out again. I clear my throat and straighten my jacket out, wiping my eyes before I could even start crying.

I nod and walk down the stairs, back to my car. Now I have to find somewhere to stay, hopefully not for long.

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Haha remember the first few paragraphs from the first chapter? Oh how you guys have changed your minds since then lol.