"And she's f*****g pissed at me and I'm on my knees begging for her to at least forgive me!" Jonah complained, still pacing in our room.
I hate you, Jonah, I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I freaking hate you! For partially ruining my life and partially because you knocked up my friend.
"You know," Leon pointed his finger at him and then dropped his face in his hands in frustration, "You knocked her up, you walked away when she told you and I'm pretty sure you want more than forgiveness."
"I was young and naive-,"
"It was only last year." I growled, falling back onto the bed, staring back at the ceiling, "And, if you really love her, you would at least think about it first instead of just walking away from her right in that moment."
"Can you guys be a little supportive?" Jonah comp
