Steph has been round with Vic but she hasn't said anything to me. I have a feeling she's avoiding me but I don't know why seeing as she doesn't know that I know. Maybe she thinks if she's really mean to me Vic will dump her and save her the job. I really don't know what to do. Who do I tell? Vic or Steph? Or do I knock on the guys door and demand to know what's been going on? Vic has been cheating on her but she's having an actual affair! That's different.
I walked out my room and found it empty. I went into the kitchen, fixed myself something to eat and sat down at the breakfast bar. I started eating and felt someone grab my shoulder. "Shit!" I hissed. I saw Vic grinning and glared at him. "What are you doing? Don't just sneak up on people," I said angrily.
"Woah, why are you moody?" Vic laughed as he joined me.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe it's your dick," I spat. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm confused and don't know what to do. This is apparently how I react now.
"What did my dick do?" Vic raised his eyebrows.
"It got me pregnant,"
"But without my dick we wouldn't have baby Jasper," Vic grinned. I looked at him in disbelief. He's joking, right?
"My baby is not going to be called Jasper,"
"Why not? It's a great name,"
"Yeah, for a dog living in the country side of England with rich, royal relations on their estate. Accept it would be pronounced Jar-sper,"
"I get your point," he held his hands in the air in defeat.
"What are you doing today?" I asked.
"Going out with Steph. We're having lunch,"
"Did you tell her . . . ?"
"No," he shook his head."I need to go," he sighed. Vic got up and I watched him. He walked out of the house and slammed the door behind him. I winced and started to wring my hands together. I need to do something. I stood up and grabbed my jacket.
I walked outside and started down the path. I came to a stop and found myself outside the guy's house. This is the only thing I can do right now. I knocked the door and sighed uneasily.
"Hello?" he asked as he answered. I don't know why Steph's with him. Vic's so much better looking.
"Hey," I replied.
"Can I help you?"
"Um . . . I live down the road. I'm living with Vic. And I'd like to know how long you've been sleeping with his girlfriend," I said quickly and firmly. I feel so badass. I really need a gun.
"You best come in," he sighed. He turned and I followed him inside. He led me into a sitting room and I sat in an armchair opposite him. "It's Zandra, right?"
"Yeah," I said awkwardly.
"I'm Alex,"
"Okay,"
"How long have you known?"
"Not long. I saw you at Vic's,"
"Ahh shit," Alex muttered and put his head in his hands. "I told her. I fucking told her she had to break up with him,"
"Why hasn't she?"
"She says she doesn't want to hurt him,"
"Does she love him?" I asked and he shook his head. "But she loves you,"
"Yeah, that's what she says,"
"You know this is wrong," I muttered.
"I know. But I love her. I don't know what to do,"
"She's been cheating on Vic. That's messed up,"
"I know," Alex groaned.
"Call her," I urged.
"What?"
"Call her. She's telling Vic today. And if she doesn't, I will," I rushed angrily. Alex sighed but reluctantly got his phone out. He dialled Steph's number and handed the phone to me.
"Hello?" Steph asked.
"Hi Steph. It's Zandra," I said smoothly. I heard her gasp and start walking.
"What's going on?" she rushed.
"I know," I said flatly.
"Know what?" she laughed shrilly.
"I know that you've been cheating on Vic. You've been with Alex for a month,"
"Zandra, please," she begged.
"Do you know how wrong it is?" I asked angrily.
"I couldn't help it,"
"Well, help it," I snapped. "Who do you want? Vic or Alex,"
"I want Alex," she sighed. "I couldn't have Vic even if I wanted to,"
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"Vic's in love with you," she laughed like it was obvious. Excuse me?
"No he isn't!"
"Of course he is. You must be blind," she sighed tiredly. That doesn't make sense. Of course he isn't in love with me. That's just silly. Past silly, it's stupid.
"You're with Vic now?" I asked weakly.
"Yes,"
"Then go back to him and tell him what you've been doing. Break up with him. Because I care so much for Vic and if you don't tell him . . . I will," I told her firmly.
"Alright, Zandra," Steph whispered weakly. I handed Alex his phone and stood up.
"What did she say?" Alex asked.
"I hope you're happy together," I said deadpan. I could hear it in my voice. Nothing. There was no emotion there. I walked back out of the house and Alex closed the door behind me.
I walked back down the street and to Vic's. When I was inside I just waited. I didn't know what to do honestly.
When Vic came home it was late. I stormed in the house and slammed the door behind him. I saw in the sitting room and he collapsed down onto the couch next to me. I looked over at him and Vic glared at the floor. "Are you okay?" I asked cautiously.
"Brilliant. Fucking brilliant, Zee," Vic mumbled. He looked up at me. I think he's been crying. Oh shit. At least he's stopped now. I can't handle crying boys. "Steph and I broke up," he said, quieter and sadder.
"I'm sorry," I breathed.
"I don't get how she did it. Wasn't I good enough? Was I really bad in bed when you were with me? Is that why she went looking else where?"
"Vic," I sighed tiredly. "It's not you, I promise. You were great in bed,"
"Steph cheated on me. Not just once, but for a whole damn month,"
"I'm sorry," I repeated.
"Did you know?" he asked. I looked down and bit my lip. "Please, we're friends," he added. You bastard, Vic. Why play the friend card?
"I found out a few days ago. I made her tell you,"
"Thanks I guess," he said. "I don't even really care,"
"You do," I looked down.
"Don't," Vic countered.
"Why have you been crying then?"
"I haven't," he frowned.
"You so have, Vic. It's okay,"
"Guys don't cry. I'm not a chick,"
"Well, you look like one," I teased.
"Shut up," he said playfully.
"I've seen Kellin cry before. And Austin and Alan,"
"I'm not crying over Steph. I'm crying because she broke up with me a week before the anniversary of my grandma's death. And it's making me think about her,"
"I didn't know. Sorry," I said and took his hand.
"I kind of want to visit her grave,"
"Do you want me to come?" I asked.
"Really?" Vic turned to look at me.
"Yeah," I nodded and squeezed his hand. Steph was completely wrong. We're just friends.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Super dramatic, right? What will Vic do? Any predictions? :)