'True friends stab you in the front.'

The familiar annoyance of my alarm wakes me immediately. For a moment I am completely disorientated as I am greeted by long black hair.

Bella is facing away from me and my arm is wrapped around her waist. We are both fully clothed- what the fuck.

I rub at my sore eyes as I fumble for my phone to stop it's chirping. Bella doesn't even stir beside me, I do remember her slightly drunk eyes that stared into mine, she is so adorable drunk; I'm guessing that's the only way she had the courage to come over here last night.

'Because I'm already broken,' comes to the surface of my mind, she handled my freak out last night like she has had to handle her own before. She didn't ask me what had led me to the state I was in, and I didn't ask her what had broken her. We simply crawled into bed together and watched each other fall asleep, although I must admit that I watched her long after she had drifted off.

I even found myself tracing her full lips with the tip of my finger, I knew her lips and eyes would be the death of me. The way they goddamn looked at me, she was ready to sacrifice herself to save my fucked up heart. Drunk eyes or not, she meant it.

I had never even let a girl that I had fucked sleep over before, and now I was letting Bella sleep fully clothed next to me, it felt like not even that long ago I was thinking about how whipped Tate is; now look at me.

I quietly change my clothes and brush my teeth; I then leave a note next to Bella that I will be back soon. Early rehearsals on a Monday are the last thing I feel like doing now.

I go through the motions of my parts of the actor, my heart isn't in it though, which is clear to everyone around me. It was hard to put much emotion into anything after a freak out. They drain me, and it takes a couple of days to recover.

"Tyson," Arthur calls me.

I slowly head off the stage and make my way towards him. "Yes Arthur?"

"What's going on with you today?" He looks a little frustrated but I can tell he is also worried.

"Nothing, just had a rough sleep."

"Well go home, you are not doing anyone any favours being here today."

"Sure thing, sorry." I begin to walk off.

"Tyson-" I turn around to face him. "Try not to party so hard before you have class."

I clench my teeth together and nod. People love to assume the worst in others, I guess it's easier than actually helping.

I head backstage to grab my bag and helmet, I sure am tired, maybe a little nap couldn't hurt; especially if it is next to Bella.

"Tyson," Chantelle is exiting her scene and making her way over to me. Her attempts at trying to seduce me were now beginning to piss me off. How many times did I need to shut her down?

"What's up?" I offer as nicely as possible.

"You seem down today." Fucking great job at picking that one up Chantelle. I had hardly slept in three days.

"Just a little run down," I begin to head off but she grabs my arm.

I stop and look back to her, my patience running thin.

"I just want to warn you about Bella," she says with eyes full of worry.

"What do you mean?" My brain feels confused.

"If you are considering being with her- it's just she is a little fucked up from the abortion she had a year ago. She hasn't been the same since."

I try to process her words; I feel shock and anger. Not anger at Bella, but at Chantelle. "Aren't you supposed to be her friend?"

She seems taken back by this, her eyes losing their worry and instead taking on fear. "I am- but I'm also your friend, and I'm just looking out for you."

I try not to laugh at this, friends? I wouldn't consider her failed attempts at trying to suck me off as friendship. "Right," I say before walking off; but something stops me and I turn around to face her once more. Her face holding a glimmer of excitement. "Just so you know Chantelle, you and I will never happen." I watch as the excitement gets sucked out of her from the breath of shock that leaves her body. And then I leave.

The ride back to mine is full of anger and anxiety. How dare Chantelle fuck over her friend, and for what? Her ego? Because I keep shutting her down and she can't handle it! The grip on my bar tightens. Bella didn't deserve that, and now I am in this shitty position where I lose either way. If I tell her, it will start drama and upset her, she hadn't told me because she wasn't ready. If I don't tell her but Chantelle does then it will also backfire, she will think that she can't trust me.

"FUCK!" I scream into my helmet. This could very well be our undoing.