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Jeff's P.O.V.

I can't even count how many emails Angela sent me. I read all of them, just never responded. It was mostly about what the heck I was thinking (I was thinking I was helping her) and I can't do that (Oh yes I can.) I had a bunch of fans asking me through twitter what I was planning on doing now. I never responded though. Even to Matt.

2:30 AM. The clocked blinked as if it was telling me to go to bed; I couldn't sleep though, because there was just too much going on in my mind. I went downstairs and saw Matt was awake too. He looked at me and I sat next to him.

"I guess I just can't wrap my mind around why bro."

"Her."

"Angela? I don't understand."

"She was so confused Matt, trying to choose between John and me, I didn't want to hurt her anymore."

"She's just one girl though Jeff. And you quitting is probably going to hurt her more."

"No."

"No?"

"Yeah, she thought I was sleeping at the hospital and she was talking to me, telling me how she was sorry, how she didn't want to hurt me, or him, so she couldn't see us anymore. Well there, now she can't see me at least."

"Wow."

"Yeah, anyways go to bed, quit worrying I'll be okay."

"Alright, but don't do what your thinking of."

"What?"

"Drugs."

"I wasn't planning on it! Gosh Matt, some trust you have in me."

"Sorry, just last time you were depressed that's what happened."

"Well I'm not depressed, and it's not going to, jeeze."

"Alright, sorry, goodnight."

"Night."

I wasn't even thinking about the fact I had drugs still in the house until Matt said something. I remember last time I did drugs, before the cops came I hid as many as them as I could in the basement, and they are still there.

Thoughts were racing through my mind now, I didn't want to hurt her, but it wouldn't hurt her would it? I mean she wouldn't see me anymore if I did enough of them, no one would see me anymore. Then they wouldn't have to deal with me. Maybe Matt was right, drugs, that's what I should do.

Angela's P.O.V.

"Layla, I'm sorry I'm just not understanding why he quit."

"I don't know but you need to quit worrying about it, I mean now you have John, isn't he enough for you?"

"He is but."

"But you love Jeff."

"No!"

"Don't lie, you can tell every time your around him, so don't deny it."

"Whatever, I'm supposed to meet John tonight, so I'll see you later."

I got up and wondered if Layla could possibly be right. Did I love Jeff? No, I loved John. Gosh, why couldn't I make up my mind? I need to choose, and I need to choose tonight.

Later –

I met John at the local diner. We talked about Jeff leaving, a subject I was getting too used too, and about him. He kept trying to cheer me up and I did my best to give him a smile that at least looked half way realistic.

My phone rang and I was going to ignore it tell I see who it was from…Matt.

"Hello?"

"Jeff."

"Jeff what? What!"

I could feel my heart race.

"He's arrested."

"WHAT?"

I saw John's eyes bulge from across the table.

"He was caught out in town doing drugs they took him back here and found all his drugs, and he has to go to court."

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

"You think I'd joke about this?"

"No, but just why?"

"You, Angela, don't you get it, it's you, all of it."

"I."

"Don't finish, just whatever, stay away from my brother, your hurting him."

"I never thought that."

"That he loved you, yeah he did, and I promise he won't ever again."

Matt hung up the phone on me and I told John what happened.

"Good, I'm glad, the little punk deserved to get caught."

I picked up my drink and poured it on John's head, it was time I hung up on him.