I felt betrayed, felt almost as bad as I would if I were her girlfriend, which I wasn't.

My boots thumped on the tiled floors as I made my way up and advanced through the main entrance. The bass was booming even from outside. I pushed the door open.

Bodies glided on each other, sweat dripping from their brows as I pushed and weaved my way through the crowd with tears falling down my face. I was so so so devastated.

"Marnie!" Her voice was muffled but prominent as I could recognise it from anywhere but I ignored her.

As I did that I didn't notice the blue-eyed biker observing me from the bar, I needed to get as far away from her as possible.

"Marnie!" She called out again but I simply shook my head my boots making contact with the tiled floors harder. I put my hand up and simply flipped her off.

Fuck you.

Zara and Art. Zara and Art. Zara and Art. Zara and Art. Zara and Art. Zara and Art. Zara and Art. Zara and Art.

I was very close to throwing up but ended up stumbling out the main door and breathing in the fresh air.

"Marnie! Marnie!" I heard her voice call out. But I simply crossed the road flagging down a taxi.

The door closed in just as she ran but before her hand could close down on the handle we drove off.

Just as we did I could feel the tears making their way down my face harder. I looked in the rearview mirror to see her panting and huffing in the middle of the road.

I had left her.

I took out my phone looking for someone to call, someone to talk to but I had no one.

Sadie would be sleeping, Will would too. Val would say 'I told you so', Ronan and Elias are her friends so I would rather not.

Jackson.

I pressed my finger on his name, calling him. Within the first couple of rings, he picked up.

"To what do I owe this honour?" He asked his voice cheerful.

"Do you want to hang out?" I ask wiping my tears away.

"From what I know you shouldn't hang out with someone who remembers you at night. But if it is you Marnie darling, I would love to be used." He says in a posh accent and I roll my eyes.

"At the park." I finish and he laughs.

"You're so bold, you wanna do it at the park?" He asks flabbergasted and I laugh.

"Shut up, meet me at moths creek park in 10," I inform him.

"Of course Madame." He says and we hang up.

Why did I call him?

Maybe because he had been my best friend for the past couple of years. Well, before he decided to choose his racist friends over me.

Bitch.

"You're here ma'am." The driver said and I nodded handing him the money before stepping out and pulling the coat over my body tighter.

"It took you 15." I hear a lazy voice call out to me from behind just as I enter the park. I roll my eyes turning around to see Jackson.

"Hello to you too." I drawl out and he shrugs before walking past me and onto the swing.

"So what's up?" He asks and I furrow my brows, my hands wrapping around the cold chain as I sit on the swing next to him.

"What do you mean?" I ask softly this time he rolls his eyes.

"You despise me." He shrugs and I scoff.

"No, I don't," I say and this time he chuckles.

"Yes. Yes, you do." He says and I shake my head again, my hair waving in the wind as I swing higher each second.

"No I don't, yeah maybe I did when you sided with your friends, let them walk all over me. Maybe I did hate you when you stranded me at your dad's Christmas party last year when your racist girlfriend decided to trip me. Yes, maybe I despised you when you told me that I looked ugly in my pink dress. Maybe I hated you when you stranded me. Again. At the haunted house. Yes, I hated you-" I go on and on before he interrupts me.

"I'm sorry." He says softly and I put my feet down stopping the swing.

"It's okay," I say smiling at him.

"It's not, my dad had all these crazy deals with their parents and I didn't want him to lose them just because they're racist. So I joined in when they poked fun at the brown kids. They thought I was in their team." He explains and my eyes gloss over. I just needed a reason to cry.

"What happened tonight though?" He asks and I shrug blinking the tears away.

"I don't know," I whisper and he gets up and walks over to me.

"Come here." He says although he advances at me and hugs me.

"If you need to cry, don't try to find a reason. Just let it out Mer." He says and I sigh at the warmth of his arms.

"I'm sorry. What I said was hurtful." I whisper and he chuckles.

"Was it though? It was the truth, I stranded you over and over again. I let my friends walk all over you. I sat back and just watched as they made all these comments. I was an asshole." He whispers and I nod.

"You were an asshole," I mutter and he laughs again.

"You want to go get ice cream?" He asks and I nod vigorously, grinning wildly.

There's the best friend I thought I had lost.