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"Mona Hart.. huh. I never thought I'd hear that name again." Ryan chuckled softly after I just spilled everything to him. It felt incredible, talking to my best friend.

"Yep. Do you have Jon's number?" I asked.

"No, I think he got a new phone. He hasn't replied to me in ages." he said.

"Alright.." I said. "Thanks Ryro. It was cool talking to you again."

"You too, man." he hung up. I put my phone down and ran my fingers through my hair. I sat in silence for a moment, thinking everything over. Wait, I have Jon on Skype.

I ran over to my desk and flipped open the laptop, double clicking on Skype. The program filled the screen. I saw his contact and clicked call. Two minutes later of the annoying repetitive waiting music, Jon's face filled the screen.

"Brendon!" he exclaimed. He seemed nervous. "Long time no see." He sat up. He was obviously on his bed, skyping through mobile.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing much.." He shifted, showing a girl sleeping on his bed with blue hair, her brown roots showing. I brushed it off. Probably just a coincidence.

"So.. uh.. Where're ya living now?" I tried to start small talk.

"Well, I'm actually moving to LA in two years." he avoided my question.

"Oh, cool." I said. The girl beside him rolled over, her face now visible. Its.. Its Mona. She's fucking my former best friend? "So.. uh.. who's that?" I acted as if I didn't know her.

"Oh, her name is Mona."

"Last name?"

"Hart? Why?"

"Jon. You're fucking my ex girlfriend." I said as bluntly as possible. His eyes widened as if alarmed I noticed. He ended the call suddenly. What happened to Cassie, his wife? This disgusts me. He's cheating on Cassie, and having sex with a girl fairly younger than him. I grabbed my phone and called Dallon, and texted Ryan a similar thing.

"I found Mona."

"What? Where is she?" Dallon asked.

"You won't believe me."

"C'mon, tell me."

"Jon."

"What?"

"Jon. Fucking. Walker. She's with him."

"Whoa whoa whoa, how do you know?"

"I skyped him. She was sleeping in his bed. When I confronted him, he ended the call." I clicked on my screen. "And blocked me apparently."

"Well, shit. He obviously knows she dated you."

"I don't even want to date her, I just want to ask her why she left me." I lied. Of course I wanted to date her. But talking to her is more important. I grabbed a bottle off the desk, and with the lid. I swallowed two of my antidepressants and continued with the call.

"I know what you mean, Bren. Being the oldest and therefore wisest in the band, I know what its like to get my heart broken." he said. I chuckled. 'Wisest.' Yeah, okay.

"Thanks man, I'm gonna go."

I scrolled through different things on my laptop when my phone vibrated. Ryan texted back.

Ryan: Where?

Me: With Jon.

Ryan: That bastard. I know where he lives dude, we gotta confront him.

Me: Okay.

Ryan: We'll meet up tomorrow.

Me: Got it. See ya dude.

Ryan: See ya.

I can't believe it.

I know where she is.

But she's with Jon..

My former best friend and band mate.

But, I might..

I might have a chance.

No.

I do have a chance.