Decans pov---------------------------

I awoke to Hope scattered on top of me.

Her perfume still sweet smelling from last night, when I carried her to bed.

Sandra had let me and Brent stay the night. I couldn't tell if they noticed how much they liked each other.

I haven't seen Brent be this nice to a girl since....I can't remember when.

After we came to Sandra's house, Sandra had cleaned Brent up. He came out of the bathroom looking quite impressed, while Sandra looked flushed; so I don't know if only cleaning Brent up, was all that was going on in there.

I threw my hand lazily around her lower back, and yawned. I felt her slight shiver through my finger tips. I smiled, mentally.

"Morning" I greeted, groggily. I met her big Hazel eyes.

She was about to laugh, I could tell, but then she seemed to remember something and she looked slightly panicked.

Did I do something wrong?

"Morning and I have to go." She said, pulling away from me.

And then hurried out the door.

"What was that about?" Brent asked, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

Sandra looked dazed for a minute.

"Umm.." She murmured. She blinked, breaking her trance. "She went to Sadie's. She's upset about something-wanted Hope to come over." She answered.

Brent smirked at her obviously noticing Sandra's staring. He moved towards her and kissed her on her cheek, "morning," he whispered.

"I'm gonna get going before you guys jump each others bones." I stated getting up.

"Ok good. I was afraid you were going to sit there and watch." Dean said whipping a pillow at me as I headed out the door.

I pulled out my phone, debating wether I should call Hope and see if she was alright-or would she just be busy helping Sadie? I decided just to text her later. Though that would be hard.

-Hope-

I forget if I knocked on sadie's door or just barged into her bedroom-I think I barged in.

She was lying on her bed, her face buried in the covers and tissues surrounding her; as if trying to comfort her.

She didn't budge as I made my way to the side of her bed, and sat down.

She was wearing what I called her "comfy clothes" which consisted of a pair of sweat pants and a baggy sweater. An outfit the, stylish Sadie, would never wear anywhere in public.

"Sadie?" I asked softly, poking her on her shoulder.

Unlike Sandra's Bedroom, Sadie's was designed in shades of purple instead of peach. On her walls were posters of a variety of popular things, ranging from bands to quotes.

"I don't blame you if you hate me," she said softly.

She turned slightly so I could see part of her face.

"Aww Sadie I don't hate you. Why would I?"

She sighed, "long story. It just seems like nothings going right Hope," She paused, taking a deep breath, "My parents I think their splitting up." She stated.

"How do you know? Did they tell you?" I asked softly, bringing my legs up and crossing them.

"No, they didn't have to. I heard them screaming. My mom said the next day, she'll be leaving. And for my dad not to expect her to be back." She explained.

See Sadie's parents, over the past few months, have been getting into a lot of fights. But never have once, one of her parents said they were leaving.

"She was probably just angry Sadie. She probably didn't mean it."

"Is that why she stormed out this morning?" She sobbed slightly.

I went quite.

"She didn't even say good bye." She whimpered, then buried her head back into the dark purple pillow.

"Listen Sadie, she'll be back. Your her daughter she can't just abandon you." I tried to reason with her.

"But she did," she sobbed again, refusing to listen.

I sighed, "Sadie, do you remember that time, when you were ten, and that little, 11 year old, brat, kept bugging you about how you would always wear your hair in braids?" I asked her.

"Mm hm," she mumbled nodding her head.

"And do you remember who told him off, and "accidentally" sprayed him with a hose, that time he followed you home ?"

"My mom." She answered, turning her head slightly to look at me.

"Thats right. And guess what?" I paused, "she's still your mom. No matter what. She's still that person who sprayed 11 year old Bobby in the face."

She nodded slightly, "theres more." She stated, unhappily.

"Lay it on me,"

"Bryan broke up with me," she said softly, letting out a little sob.

Bryan was Sadie's boyfriend since, like, grade 7. She really liked him. I know because she would always tell me about their dates and stuff. Actually truth is she loved him.

"That douche bag! Did he tell you why? And it better be a good reason, like he's moving to the north pole and might get eaten by a polar bear!" I shouted angrily.

"He likes somebody else," she sobbed lightly, sniffling.

I stared at her in shock. Anger building up.

"I'm gonna kill him." I said.

"Hope..."

"No i'm gonna rip off his stupid boy head and shove it up his..." My arm flailing halted.

"Hope theres more!" Sadie screamed, getting my attention, "and this is the part your going to hate me for."

"Sadie, I couldn't hate you even if I tried."

"You didn't show, Sandra was busy, Della was busy. So I called an old friend..." She trailed off.

Guilt filled up in me at the mention of my absence.

"Sadie, i'm sorry. And the reason I forgot wasn't even a good one, I just forgot." I apologized.

"Don't apologize. I don't deserve it,"

I looked at her, confused.

"The old friend I called...it was Blake. I was desperate and...well...he did a little more then comfort me. He came over and we.."

"Wait!" I said, getting off the bed, "Blake as in, my ex boyfriend Blake?"

"Yes him. Listen though, I didn't mean for it to happen but..we kinda made out a little..."

"What the f Sadie?! What? did you accidentally fall into each others faces?" I raged, "do you even know why we broke up? It was because he cheated on me. And now your telling me you made out with the pig?!?"

Tears streamed down her face harder now. And I realized this-me screaming at her-this whole situation was not right. And screaming at her while she's clearly already upset and feels bad is not going to get us anywhere, I won't win a prize for making her feel like utter crap.

I took a deep breath in. "I'm sorry. That wasn't fare."

"I deserve it."

"No you don't not after everything, not right now. But, honestly, i'm not ok with what you did," I stated, "i'm going to go and cool off, i'm sorry." I had to leave, just had to get out of there. The once beautiful purple room, became suffocating. It was getting hard to breath.

I remember crying to her. About how much it hurt. How much HE hurt me. And then she tells me that.

I just need to get home. Safe and sound.

I spent the rest of that day in my bed, ignoring life.

Monday went by in a blur. I talked to Decan, a lot. Not much to Sadie. She tried to talk to me, but I just couldn't. Della stayed home monday, tuesday and Wednesday, sick with the flew. And Brent and Sandra are acting as if they were married.

"Stayyy with meeee cuz your alll I need!!" I sung, at the top of my lungs as I danced around my room on thursday night.

I was wearing hello kitty pyjamas, that dragged on the floor cuz the pants were to big.

Me and Decan had drifted slightly from each other. He started hanging out with more people and well, I didn't hang with his people.

He was busy tonight, or I would be with him.

I was in mid ballerina twirl when my door was flung open.

"Ahhh!" I shrieked, falling over the edge of my bed, arms flailing in the air. I landed on top of my mini garbage can. That unfortunately had a half eaten yogurt in it I had thrown out earlier.

"You've never been the lucky one have you?" Blake laughed.

I got up, yogurt sticking to my back.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, stretching out the you in annoyance.

"We need to talk." He stated.

"How about no and you go fall off a cliff?" I suggested sweetly.

"Hope. I would not be here if what I had to say wasn't important."

"Fine! Just get out for a min so I can change my top!" I huffed. I hated him with a passion.

I took longer then I needed to change. I thought maybe he would get tired of waiting, and just leave. But nope. He was there when I opened the door to my bedroom.

He stepped in as I turned, and went, and sat at my computer chair. Swivelling around to face him, he then began.

"You and Sadie need to make up," He stated.

"I thought she was to busy 'making out' with you." I sneered

"The thing, is I actually like her,"

-Sadie's pov-

Walking down those school hallways and seeing Bryan with that blond headed bimbo was hard. What was harder was trying to ignore him completely.

Not only that but Hope was still not talking to me. She would glance at me in the halls and then look the other way. It hurt, but I understood why.

And it's not like she is going to forgive me any time soon, after she finds out I actually think i'm falling for Blake.

I didn't mean for it to happen and I know this is going to sound incredibly girly, but he's changed.

Over the days Hope has been ignoring me, i've had Sandra. But Sandra was always with Brent. So I couldn't talk to her about anything.

Della has been sick with the flew for the past couple days. So she's out of the picture to help.

But after what happened with Blake, he's been dropping by unexpectedly and calling me. I've cracked and told him how I told Hope about the whole kissing incident. I haven't told her about the whole falling for him incident.

And I think he might be starting to like me. Just a little anyway.

I don't think hope will ever talk to me again. After she finds out this anyways.

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AN:

I was going to write more but I think i'll just leave it like that for now. Idk what to do with Dean and Hopes relationship tbh i'm not feeling the whole Dean character anymore soo who knows maybe he'll stay maybe he won't.

Thank you so much for reading my story! Keep on reading you never know when a dramatic plot twist might happen ;)