so let's end this call, and end this conversation there's nothing worse...

so let's end this call, and end this conversation there's nothing worse... by ssaarah

"Way to be a good friend." Scarlett muttered at me as I opened the door to my apartment not even bothering to say high since I was not feeling well. I had decided to drown my sorrows in drunk VIP status by joining Mason’s entourage at a party in Vegas. I didn’t really know why Scar hadn’t come too, but it wouldn’t have mattered, I didn’t remember all that much of it.

"Good morning to you too." I glared at her as I slammed the door shut behind me, making her jump and look back at me with a questioning glance.

"I'm sorry cutie I didn’t want to be a bitch." She replied, looking guilty and pulling me into a hug before freezing as she pulled me to her.  

"Are you hangover?" she asked as she pulled away.

"More like still drunk from yesterday." I replied, slumping on the couch as Scar kicked off her shoes and sat down next to me.  

“Long night with Nick?" she smirked and I groaned, realizing my friend didn’t know that I had fucked that up too.  

"I don't want to talk about it." I said in a muffled voice. I felt the cushion being pulled away from me as Scar glared.

"No, we didn't gossip for weeks, the hell you don't want to talk about it." she said seriously. I shrugged and felt myself start smirking as I remembered what else we hadn’t gossiped about,

"Why don't we start with what I witnessed at your party?" I asked and she shot me her best attempt at an innocent face. Which sucked. "You don't fool me with that look, I saw him naked! In your room! In your bed!!!!" Scar grinned slowly.

"Then what else do you want to know? Didn't he tell you anything during your little trip in Vegas?" she asked, the last part biting a little. It wasn’t like we shacked up together, we were friends…like if Mason was a girl or gay.

"Why didn't you come?" I  asked instead seriously since I know both of us would have preferred her there.

 "He asked me when you guys were there already, it was too late...and I had school and work." Wrong. She obviously felt left out. I’d have to smack Mase later for not inviting her sooner. "Did you have fun?"

“I'm sure he asked you before too.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re just afraid to like him.” I lied back down on her couch as the room spun around and she glared at me.

“Are you drunk or bitchy today?” I shrugged.

“Both probably.” I admitted, blowing my bangs out of my face as she came to sit next to me on the couch. “You didn’t gossip yet.” I pointed out.

“Neither did you.” She looked over at me and I knew I looked like a mess but meh. Who was I trying to impress?

“You first.” Scarlett glared at me and then sighed.

“Fine. We slept together. But you already knew that.” I smirked.

“I thought you didn’t like him.” I grinned and she rolled her eyes.

“I thought you knew when I was lying” she retorted making me laugh which was nice. I loved Scar she could always put me in a good mood.

“I can I just love being right.” I replied before leaning into her. “He didn’t even look at another girl in Vegas.” I pointed out. “It was weird.” Scarlett bit down on her lip as she tried to hide the smile threatening to escape before she spoke again.

“Did Nick join Mason’s entourage too?” she asked making me groan again.

“No.” I replied simply pulling my hair into a bun at the top of my head and sighing.

“Why not?” she asked. “I may have only met him for 3 minutes before you started making out but he seemed to really like you.”

“I fucked everything up again as usual.” I replied shaking my head. Scarlett looked at me as if she was waiting for me to go on. “He caught me kissing Nolan the night of your birthday.”  Scarlett’s eyes widened.

“So…what?!” she asked shaking her head. I sighed. I didn’t want to talk I wanted to drink more.

“We left your place when the cops came and were going back to my place when I realized my bag was still here, so he went and got it and I dunno I was still pretty drunk and got all undressed to attempt to be sexy and who should walk in but my ex proclaiming that he made a mistake!?” I shook my head. “I swear it sounds ridiculous saying it. Like a bad soap opera. Either way the moral of the story is that Nick left and hasn’t spoken to me since and I'm destined to never find love. “ I swallowed. “Or get laid” I added as an afterthought since the world seemed to be against me on that one.  Man I missed sex.  She just stared at me for a few moments before speaking.

"You know you should have been an actress Brooke." she said slowly.

 "Uhm?" I muttered unintelligently, raising one eyebrow at her and looking confused.

 "You're just so dramatic." She teased "And you have such a bad timing." I rolled my eyes,

"Didn’t you come here to make me feel better?"  I protested as I gave her my best pouty face even though I knew it was worthless on her. She shook her head as she grinned.  

"Nope. I didn't even know you were here throwing yourself a pity party." I let my mouth drop to push her dramatic comment further but I didn’t even need to. "You're just a diva. Like Marilyn." I just started laughing at that.  

"I'm hotter than her." I said eventually.

"Of course." She glanced up at the ceiling and sighed before looking back at me,

"Anyway. Why the hell were you kissing that jerk of Nolan?!"

"Language." I shot her an amused look.

"When I cuss, I mean business." she explained as she tried keeping a straight face which was hard for her I knew.  

"I told you, he kissed me!"

"And you were just standing there like a dead fish?" she asked back in a skeptical tone. Honestly? I did for a few seconds…

"Well no, I kissed him back!" Eventually. I admitted.

"Oh good god." Scar muttered under her breath.

"I just wanted to get a reaction out of me, if I still felt something for him!" I protested as I tried to explain my stupid drunk mindset but I was frustrated since I was still drunk….wow. It was beginning to sound like I had a problem.  

"And?"

“Nothing. Literally it was as if I was kissing a stranger.” I admitted, shaking my head.  Scar rose a brow at me and I shrugged. “I know. I'm an idiot.”

“You are an idiot.” She agreed.

“I have the worst timing.” I sighed.

“What are you going to do about it?” she asked point blank, eyeing me as she folded her arms over her chest.

“Do? There’s nothing to do.”

“Like hell there isn’t! Do you feel nothing when Nick kisses you too?” I shook my head.

“No..his kisses make me nuts.” I admitted, smiling before remembering I couldn’t have him and going back to pouting.

“I bet they would that boy is a fine piece of ass.” She said it so seriously that I had to start laughing.

“Scar.” I smirked, shaking my head but she narrowed her gaze on me looking like she meant business.

“You should go to him.”

“And tell him what? That I was kissing my ex as an emotional experiment? That I’d rather kiss him than do anything else? He won’t believe me or he’ll think I'm pathetic.”

“Or he will believe you and he’ll feel the same way.” I turned and looked at Scar.

“Because that always happens right?” Scar was damn good at giving advices, but not so great at taking them herself and I knew I’d hit below the belt a little. She was always finding guys who liked her less than she liked them when in reality they just were never good enough for her in the first place. “Is that what you’re going to do with Mason?”

"I don't understand why you're bringing him up now." she scoffed, rolling her eyes, "We're talking about you."

"We can survive if we take a break from my drama and focus on you instead." I replied and she shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"There's nothing to say about me."

"Right, about you and Mason instead." I replied, knowing all her little tricks. She dropped her pretenses then and flashed me a big grin.  

"The sex is great. I swear his d.ick is so huge I-"

"Good god Scar!!!" I cut her off and groaned, leaving her smirking even wider since this was probably what she was hoping for.

"Hey you asked!" she shrugged as she widened her eyes at me, faking a bad innocent face again, "And we always talk about dimensions and-"

"SCAR!!!" I said again, shaking my head, "It's Mason we're talking about!"

"So what, I'm sure it's not anything you never saw or guessed." She replied, the familiar cutting to her words back and I shook my head, running my hands through my hair.

"That's not what I meant when I brought him up."

"Then what?" she asked.

"Will you tell him that you like him?" I sighed.

"Are we still in high school? Should I send him a card?" she paused as I faked a thoughtful expression, rubbing her chin, "Oh wait. I'm letting him fuck him whenever he wants and however he wants, I think he knows I like him by now."

 "Come on Scar, it's not just sex..." I trailed off, giving my friend a look. She shrugged again as we shifted on the couch.

"It can't be anything else, you know him and you know me too.” I blinked at her.

“You need to cut him loose.” I said seriously, my voice turning harsh as I looked at my friend.

“What?”

“You need to stop “letting him fuck you whenever he wants and however he wants.”” I repeated, forcing my voice into calm. She blinked back at me.

“And why’s that?” she asked, more probably because she was confused by my tone than really wanting to know my feelings.

“Because you’re worth more than that Scarlett!” I shook my head. “Plus the way you said that?! It was like you had no power over it, like you didn’t even like it.”

“Well that’s not how it is-“ I held my hand up.

“You do this every damn time, you get worked up over a guy and then whenever he wants you to put out you do and you fall harder every time he spends the night and then when it’s over? You play the victim again.” She narrowed her eyes on me. I knew I sounded harsh but she needed a dose of reality.

“Are you calling me a slut?” she asked point blank, sitting up straighter as she looked back at me.

“I'm saying you talk a lot of shit about wanting to fall in love and have a real boyfriend and yet you still go off after carbon copies of the same asshole guys!”

“Are you saying this as my friend Brooke? Or because you’re jealous that I'm fucking your back up plan?” she spat back her hands folded over her chest. I laughed.

“Oh please, if Mason was my back up plan? I would have slept with him months ago.”

“Didn’t you want to? Didn’t he shoot you down?” I felt my blood boiling as the words came out of her mouth.

“I don’t fucking want Mason. But the biggest issue here? Is that he doesn’t want anyone. He’s not going to be around for much longer Scar, no matter how much you give him whatever he wants.”

“Says the girl who wouldn’t even know how to give a guy what he wanted.” She spat back, her eyes sharp and satisfied at her insult but the problem with being best friends? Is that you knew every single weakness the other had.

“No. Says the girl who has enough self respect to wait for a guy who’s worth it!”  Scar pursed her lips and glared at me.

“Okay." she said eventually.

“Okay?! You can't okay me!" She wasn’t going to play the high road when she’d said things that were just as bad. She got up and shrugged not even looking at me anymore.

"I can do whatever I want, no matter if that makes of me a slut." she retorted flatly. She was just more of a serial bad boy magnet.

"I never called you that.” I said seriously.

“Same difference." She shook her head, "I'm leaving." I got up too, setting my hands on my hips,

 "No you can't! We're in the middle of a fight!"

"You are!” she yelled back, pointing her finger at me. “ I don't want to fight with you! Even if I'd have all the rights to!" I laughed and shook my head, feeling like a crazy person. Maybe because I was acting like one.

"Right, play the victim, that's so you."

"You're not any better." she said seriously. "You're always sitting on that couch waiting for life to happen and all you could do is complain! You spent a whole year blaming yourself for letting go Nolan and now you're doing the same for Nick instead of going out and doing something about it."

"Don't-" I started but Scar cut me off.

“I might be a girl who gives herself away too easily but at least I try, even if it means that I get called a slut by my best friend and dumped by any guy I go out with, but you?" she paused to take a deep breath as she shook her head, "You're letting everything slide through your fingers because you're too focused on the past to live the present or build a better future."

“Oh and you think Mason’s going to build you a better future?!” I asked incredulously, laughing even though I knew her words were more than true and they hurt.

“Jealous again?” she glared.

“Not at all, just sad that I don’t have any other guy friends for you once this goes south.”

“What are you trying to accomplish out of this Brooklyn?!” she asked. “Do you not want me as your friend? Do you want me to bring you down? Because I can.”

“I'm not as easily crushed as you are Scarlett” I replied, using her full name too.

“No? Good. Because for all your “holding out until someone’s worth it” bullshit?! Nolan wasn’t worth it. And the 15 guys you drunk fucked after he left weren’t worth it, and they didn’t even bother to come back for seconds! Is that why your legs are so closed for Nick? Because you know he won’t want more either?”

“I never said I didn’t make mistakes. It’s you who seems to be oblivious to them.”

"Oh please, I always know what I do wrong!" she protested.

"But you keep doing it anyway over and over again, what does that say about you?"

"I don't know what it says about me, but the way you're talking to me? What does that say about you? What's wrong with you I just came here to say hi and you bit my head off!"

 "Because you were so sweet instead." I snorted and rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms against my chest.

"I just answered back to your insults." she paused as she shook her head, "I'll probably regret that later." I watched her look guilty and a bubbling feeling rose up inside of me. My god. I wasn’t mad at her. I was mad at me. All that shit about making the same mistakes over and over again? That was my issue. My stupidity.

I swallowed as I looked at my best friend, running my hands through my hair.

“Oh my god I'm such a bit.ch.” I sat down and put my head in my hands as I shook my head.

“You said it…” Scar trailed off and I winced.

“You shouldn’t regret it…..you’re right. Everything you said was right on the money.” Scarlett looked like she was going to snap back but then she was coming over to sit next to me on the couch. Why? I didn’t know. If she had done what I had just done? I would be long gone by now.

“Well….everything you said..” I stopped her.

“Was wrong. I don’t want you to get hurt again Scar, but that doesn’t give me any right to say what I said.” I winced.

“Some of it was true….” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

“Hey I don’t know what went on with you and Mase, or what’s going on now. But I do know? That he barely blinked at a girl in Vegas. I swear I thought he was ill or something.” Scarlett stared at me for a second.

“You were probably too drunk to notice.” She replied and I shrugged.

“It’s a strong possibility, but I did see him turn down about 15 bottle blonds straight out of the playboy mansion.” I admitted.

“I'm no playboy girl.” She replied, slumping down next to me.

“And thank god for that.” I tried a grin and Scar grinned back at me. “Can you forgive me for being the world’s worst friend?” Her expression turned serious and I swallowed thickly.

"I will eventually." she said and exhaled deeply.

"Eventually? That doesn't sound good." I winced. "How long is eventually?"

"I don't know Brooke, a few days?" she answered and I was going to take that because honesly? I had said some awful things and I didn’t blame her for needing time. God I hated fighting. “Listen, it's not like I'm trying to punish you or anything, but I can't get back to my usual silly Scar mood with a snap of your fingers."

 "I'm sorry." I said once again, knowing it wasn’t really enough.

"I am too." She replied, though I had already forgiven her for anything she’d said because…well because it was all true. "And I'm going to be really busy this week, so..." I raised one eyebrow, giving her a skeptical look,

"Busy?" she offered a smile as she nodded,

"It's show time this weekend." My eyes widened as I smiled back at her, always a fan of seeing my best friend do what she did best.  

"That's right! I almost forgot." I shook my head, "I'm going to be there with flowers and everything so that you'll see how good of a friend I can be." I said seriously even if there was a hint of silliness in my tone. Scar hugged me quickly before getting up again, smiling more genuinely,

"I already know you are, when you keep your mouth shut." she joked even if sometimes that was true….for both of us. "I'll call you."