Either You Do...Or You Don't

Allison’s POV

“What’s going on between you and James?” I asked Melanie as we got inside her apartment

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice shaky

“I mean, the other day when you went to grab my things, it took you a long time to get back. All the things I asked for were right on my bed or dresser and the traffic at that time wouldn’t have been that bad…and today; you said you left your phone by the concessions stand and you ended up in the locker room with him. Why?”

“I had to talk to him about something…” she stammered, taken aback by my tone

“About what!?” I demanded, stepping towards her

“I don’t think that’s your business, Allison…”

“It most certainly is my business! He’s still my fiancé!”

Melanie burst out into tears, “Okay okay! I’ve been sleeping with him ever since you were in Philly!”

My heart dropped, “…what?”

“It just happened one night after we went to Diesel’s. He took me home and it just happened…it was only meant to be a one-night thing, but it wasn’t…we saw each other more times, then you came back and we stopped seeing each other for a while, but it’s still been going on…” she sobbed

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing…my best friend had betrayed me…my best friend was sleeping with my fiancé! “When was the last time…”

“What?” Melanie sniffed

“When did you last fuck my boyfriend?!” I yelled

“Last month…when you and him were split up…those times when he…” she started. Before she finished her sentence, I slapped her across the face.

“How could you?!”

“I’m sorry…” she sobbed even harder

“You’re sorry?! Sorry doesn’t cut it, Melanie!” I screamed, grabbing my keys and heading out the door.

“Allison!” Melanie called to me, but I was no longer listening to her. She had lied to me. I trusted her and she broke that trust!

Even worse, I had trusted James Neal…again.

James’ POV

I threw my hockey bag on the floor of my kitchen and pulled the orange juice jug from the fridge, taking a drink. I flipped through my Twitter feed on my iPhone, liking one of Geno’s tweets from earlier that day.

I sat at the table, skimming through my mail…mostly bills and ads from businesses. Ding. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and on the screen were the four words I did not want to hear…Allison knows about us.

“Fuck! Fuck…fuck…” I quickly unlocked my phone and called Melanie.

“I’m sorry…” she sobbed, “I didn’t mean to tell her, it just came out of my mouth!”

“Melanie…” I started

“James…she’s coming over there.”

“What…”

“She grabbed her keys and her car headed that way…I’m sorry.”

I sighed, “Stop apologizing. We knew we’d have to deal with this eventually…”

“She’s pissed…”

“Well I’d fucking imagine…fuck…Melanie, I have to go…I see headlights in my driveway…bye.” before Melanie could respond, I hung up. I took a deep breath as the door slammed open.

“You slept with Melanie?!” Allison yelled

“Yes.” I responded not moving an inch from my spot at the table

“Why? And why did it continue after the first time? And why didn’t you tell me?!” she was screaming

“Calm the fuck down….my god. It wasn’t like I fucking cheated on you. We were not together the times it happened.”

“That doesn’t fucking matter! You had sex with my best friend!”

“You had sex with mine!” I fought back

Her jaw snapped shut and her cheeks grew redder, “Leave Geno and me out of this! This is about you and Melanie! Since I was in Philly?! Really?”

Damn…it seems Melanie had told her everything. “Yes, really. The first time we were drunk and it just happened, but the other times, we just wanted to. You had left me for Max and her and Sidney had broken up. Yeah, I had sex with her when I was with Jennifer, but it stopped when you came back and we were talking again…just until the time recently…I mean fuck…yeah, we kept it from you, but it was for your own good.”

“My own good? My own good?! What the fuck do you know about ‘my own good’?”

“I know that you’re being irrational. We weren’t dating when it happened…unlike you who actually cheated on me with Malkin.”

“I told you to leave him out of this!!”

“Tell me, Allison…how many times in the time when we split up did you have sex with someone else? Tell me that you may be pregnant by someone else and you’re judging me for having sex with Melanie a few times when I wasn’t with you? Tell me how that’s logical in any sense.”

“This isn’t about me! You had sex with my best friend. You made her lie to me. You lied to me!”

“How did I make her lie to you? No one made her doing anything she didn’t want, trust me…and I never lied to you. I just kept something from you, because I didn’t want you acting like a complete psycho bitch.”

She just stared at me stunned, “I just don’t understand…why Melanie? Do you like her or something? Has it always been her that you wanted and you’ve just used me to get to her?!” Allison started crying

“Yeah, that’s totally what I want…because you know…I proposed to you and not her.” I scoffed, sarcastically. Allison shook her head at me and pulled the engagement ring off her finger. “What are you doing…”

“Take this back…I can’t marry you if you’re going to keep lying to me.” she stammered, setting the ring on the table and leaving.

I just continued sitting there…in shock…I mean, I knew she’d be mad…but I didn’t think she’d leave…

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