Ali heard her phone go off and read Bree's text, it made her smile just slightly, she had said she wasn't ready to talk to her yet, not that she was never going to talk to her again. She sent one back, "Okay. I'm sorry that I acted like a brat when I came over to try to get you to talk to me. I won't bother you again until you say that you want to talk to me. Whenever that is, you know I'll be here." Ali was going to do her best to honor what she had just told Bree.<br/><br/>The tears were still coming, but they had slowed down and were more sporadic now. Ali wanted to text or call Jim and tell him everything, all he knew was that she'd slept with Will and broken her best friend's heart. She knew that if she ever wanted him to trust her again that it would take a while, if he even would be able to. It was late, so a long and drawn-out text was out of the question, she really wanted to talk to him though, but wasn't sure if he'd pick up the phone. Ali shot him a text, "I'm sorry. I know I screwed everything up and you may not even wanna talk to me, but I just wanted to say that, Jim."