I woke up to the smell of bacon. Still half asleep, I rolled over to grab my phone from my nightstand, but it wasn't there. I sat up, confused. Then I remembered the events of last night. Finn. Just thinking of his name made my heart feel heavy. I probably would have started crying again if it weren't for Jack barging in at that very second. He was holding a tray precariously, setting it down on the bed carefully.

"I made you breakfast," he said, smiling proudly.

"Thanks," I grinned back. Jack had made toast with jam and butter, bacon, some questionable looking scrambled eggs, and a glass of orange juice. He took a piece of bacon for himself and sat next to me.

"You woke up before me today? I'd never thought I'd live to see that happen," I teased.

"I owe you. A lot, actually," he admitted.

"So we're good now? No more ignoring me?" I asked, taking a bite of toast. It was a little burnt, but not that bad.

"Yeah."

"So why have you been ignoring me for the past month?" I questioned.

"Why'd do run out of the party last night?" he countered. I rolled my eyes.

"The only reason I went to that stupid party was for you."

"What happened?" he asked again. I didn't want to think about it, and I didn't know why he wouldn't give it up.

"Finn and Millie... they..." was all I managed to say before breaking down and crying again. He put his arm around me in a comforting manner.

"Were they- uh- together?" Jack prompted. I nodded.

"Are you fucking kidding me? He cheated on you? What the fuck. I'm gonna fucking beat his ass," he spat. I shook my head.

"Please- don't g-get mad at him. I don't wanna r-ruin y-your friendship," I stuttered through sobs.

"But you don't deserve to be treated like that! By anyone!" he said angrily.

"I know. But maybe I was w-wrong. I don't really know w-what I saw," I reasoned.

"I guess you just have to talk to Finn. It's better to do it on the weekend than at school," he told me. He had a point, if the first time I saw Finn was at school I'd have a meltdown.

"You're r-right," I sighed. I really didn't want to see him at all, but I knew that it would be much worse if I had to face him at school.

We finished our breakfast in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. I finally stopped crying, and smiled at Jack weakly.

"Do you want to go home?" Jack asked after we'd finished. I checked the time on my phone. It was 10:23.

"Not really. But I probably should, my parents have no idea where I am," I concluded.

"I texted them, they know you're sleeping over," he smiled.

"Thanks. You're the best."

"I know."

I drove home and took a shower right away. I tried to stay busy and not let what had happened cross my mind. I really didn't know what I'd seen, if I thought about it. Maybe Millie had just kissed Finn the second I'd got there, what if he hadn't kissed back? He might have pulled away the second I'd left, insisting he had a girlfriend. I shook my head. I couldn't get my hopes up. But I couldn't shake the possibility that I had been wrong, I had jumped to conclusions. The feeling of not knowing was tearing me apart. I needed closure. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and texted Finn.

we need to talk

Whats up?

His contact name made me feel slightly sick. I changed it.

can you come over

like rn

Sure :)

See you soon!

He was acting like everything was normal. And maybe it was. Maybe I was just being a dramatic idiot. Either way, I gathered my thoughts and prepared for the worst.

"Madison, your boyfriend's here," my dad called from downstairs about twenty minutes later. Boyfriend. That word hurt.

"Tell him to come up," I responded, keeping my tone steady. My door opened a few seconds later, and in walked Finn. My heart sunk. His hair was messy, he looked tired, and he was wearing the same clothes as last night. Maybe he had just fallen asleep like that?

"Hey," he grinned, reaching for my hand. I flinched away. "What's wrong?" he questioned, his tone shifting. The concern in his voice made my heart wrench, and I prayed that I had been wrong, that it was all a mistake and he actually cared about me. I wasn't ready to lose him.

"I saw you. Last night." I said, trying to keep emotion from my voice.

"Why didn't you say hi?" he asked. The fact that he was acting like nothing was wrong was starting to infuriate me.

"Because you were making out with Millie." My voice cracked at the end of the sentence, and tears brimmed in my eyes. Finn shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh," was all he said. I wanted him to tell me I was wrong. I wanted him to assure me I was seeing things, I'd assumed wrong, I was stupid. But all he said was "oh."

"How could you do this to me," I whispered, blinking back the water in my eyes to keep it from escaping.

"Madison, you're incredible. You're gorgeous, you're smart, you're funny, you're everything I could ever ask for. I care about you so fucking much. An-"

"Then why did you fucking cheat on me! I trusted you. I let you go off with Millie for months, and you were doing god knows what with her, and I trusted you the whole time. Why, Finn. Why," I cut him off, my voice rising out of anger and frustration.

"I don't know, Madison. I don't fucking know."

"That's not a good enough response, Finn. Everyone tried to warn me. Lilia warned me, I didn't listen. Ellie warned me, I didn't listen. I'm so fucking stupid for trusting you," I choked. I was trying not to full on cry, but it was hard to keep the tears at bay.

"I thought I could have you both. Millie didn't care. I didn't want to lose you. You're so perfect, Madison. I'm so lucky- I was so lucky to have you."

"You did this to Ellie too. You're a shit boyfriend, Finn," I hissed.

"I know. I'm a terrible person. I'll end it with Millie today." He buried his hands in his face, and all his body language was telling me he actually felt awful. Maybe he just felt awful he had gotten caught, but nevertheless I took pity on him.

"I never said you were a terrible person, just a terrible boyfriend," I offered weakly. Finn, whose head was in his hands, looked up. He looked sorry, he really did. Maybe it was a trick he learned at acting camp or something, but if it was he fooled me. I sighed. "Look, what you did to me was really fucked up. And this is probably a terrible idea, but- I think we can still be friends," I blurted before I could stop myself. It was true, though. He'd treated me like shit but, his company always made me feel welcome. Even now, as I was a sobbing mess, I couldn't help but wish I was in his arms. Not romantically, just in a friendship kind of way.

"I'm not gonna ask for you to take me back, I know it's over. And I think being friends is probably the best idea. You're great, Madison. I just don't think we're meant to be." I nodded in agreement. "Truce?" he asked, extending his hand for me to shake it.

"Truce," I smiled feebly. He held his arms out for a hug.

"Slow down there, buddy, we aren't there yet," I laughed. He grinned, and walked out of my room, pausing before he left the door.

"And Madison? I just wanna say I'm sorry. I'm a shitty boyfriend. But hopefully I'm not a shitty friend."

"Thanks, Finn. See you later," I dismissed. I heard my front door shut, and I was alone for the first time since last night, in more ways than one.

I couldn't believe it was actually over. And so quickly. We went from dating to fighting to friends again in about ten minutes, and it was giving me a headache.

Finn really was perfect, just not for me. He was gorgeous, talented, kind, funny, creative, and about every other positive adjective there was. But he just wasn't loyal. I surprisingly didn't feel as sad as I thought I would now that it was over. I think the shock of what happened last night overwhelmed me, but my head was finally clear. Finn had always made me feel comfortable, happy, safe, but there was something missing. I'd tried to ignore it, and for the most part it worked, but every time I was with Finn I found myself comparing him to Jack. Jack. Just thinking of his name brought a smile to my lips. He was back to being my friend. I didn't know what had caused him to abandon our friendship for weeks, but I was glad to have him back, no questions asked. And he had taken care of me when I needed him most. And we were both single now... maybe...

I decided to text him an update, he was probably, hopefully, worrying about me.

thanks for helping me last night

i really missed you

Of course

Anything for you

Any updates on you-know-who?

finn and i are over

its ok tho, we decided to be friends

dont get too mad at him

Ill try my best

you're the best

I know ;)