Make Me Better

I stayed silent for a moment, thinking over his words, "What do you mean?" His face was still in his hands and I frowned a bit as I looked at him. He was still wearing the same clothes from last night.

"Oh,man." He lifted his head and looked up at me. I was starting to get a little nervous, I tried to not jump to any conclusions. "I.. I got really drunk. I was so wasted." He mumbled. He stopped talking and looked away from me.

"Just tell me." I whispered. He sighed, "I think..." He sighed once more, louder this time, "I slept with Jenna."
I didn't really know how I was feeling, I was mad, surprised, and sad all at once. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at Frank or Jenna. My eyes started to water and I cursed myself silently, why was I crying?

"Don't cry, Oli." Frank mumbled, he looked pained as he stood up and walked over to me. He reached out to grab my hand but I pulled away, stepping away from him.

"Just..Don't." I spluttered, wiping away my tears. Frank frowned, "I didn't do it intentionally, you know what, right? I love you, Oli. And I'm sorry it happened but it wasn't really my fault."

"So? I just want time to be alone, to think about things." I responded quickly, I walked past him towards the porch.

"Think about what?" He grabbed my arm and spun me around so that we were facing eachother, "There isn't anything to think about, Olive. I didn't do anything, like I said I was beyond wasted, I don't even know how I got home, I don't what happened to Gerard, all I remember is you leaving and Jenna making out with me but I couldn't really do anything. Then this morning I woke up in some bed naked next to Jenna,"

"What if I slept with Cooke? Wouldn't you be pissed?" I snapped, pushing against his chest so that he would let me go.

"I was drunk." He responded in a roar.

"I don't care!" I pushed away from him and walked to the house, unlocking the door and slamming it for good measure once I got inside. I was breathing rapidly and my heart was beating quickly, I was all fired up and I knew I needed to calm down. I didn't want to worry about this crap, I had more important things to worry about like my mother. I had never been so mad in life, I wanted to throw things, punch the wall, just let it all go.
I went to my room, laying on my bed, just staring at the ceiling. I heard knocking on the door and I groaned, I figured it was Frank. I slowly, almost hesitantly opened the door,

"What?!" I snapped.

"Olive!" Lindsey growled, "You will not believe what my douchebag of a boyfriend did last night." I was a bit surprised that she was on my porch, but even more surprised at what she was saying.
I moved away from the door, making way for her to walk in. She looked as mad as I was a couple minutes ago.

"So," She took a deep breath before frowning, "According to Mikey, Gee made out with three different girls last night. Not only that, when I asked him what he had done, he denied it all. Even after I told him I knew, he kept on denying it. What an ass. Sure, he might've been drunk but that's ridiculous."

"Yeah, I feel your pain, Frank told me he slept with Jenna." Lindsey gasped, her eyes widening quickly.
"What the hell?" She trailed off, "Well, they were drunk."

"I don't care."

"Yeah, neither do I." She shook her head, "He just.. ugh. He wouldn't like it if I went out into the street and just made out with random guys. As a matter fact, I might do that, just to piss him off."

"That will only make things worse." I responded dully. I wasn't as mad, I was more humiliated. Knowing Jenna, she probably told thousands of people she slept with my boyfriend. I knew she was up to something, but I didn't know she would stoop so low.

"Come on," Lindsey tugged on my arm, "We're going out. Can't just sit here and drown in self pity." I wanted to protest, but I knew sitting around thinking about it wasn't doing any good. I just wanted to find Jenna, and kick her ass.
A thought flew into my mind, making me feel confused. What if Frank wanted to have sex with Jenna? It was possible. What if he wasn't that drunk. I mean, Jenna was pretty, much prettier than me, and i was starting to doubt him completely.

"Stupid Gerard." Lindsey grumbled, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I got into the passenger seat of her car. She shrugged her shoulders, "Just going to drive around."

"Sounds good to me." I knew that I probably should have called my dad and told him that I was going out, but he had too much on his plate as it was.