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✼ N E V A E H ✼

Who knew it was possible for someone to be at the wrong place and the wrong time while subsequently being at the right place at the right time?

God bless Rory for being that someone.

Not only did she save my ass from being caught for about to be getting fucked and chucked by her brother, but she also saved me from her or anyone else noticing the hickeys all over my neck. I didn't think they would be that apparent through my dark brown skin, but given the way he aggressively kissed and bit my neck, I don't see why not.

And I guess I failed to mention that she saved me from kissing her brother and doing and making a very stupid and reckless decision that both of us would regret.

Never again.

If she hadn't walked in, we would have been fucking or dry humping each other or having a sloppy make out session. So, in short, she truly is my Lord and Savior. Although, it may not feel that way at the moment, what we were doing shouldn't have been done.

If I was in my right mind and my mind wasn't clouded by dirty thoughts, lust, and what I'm going to eat for breakfast the next day, I would've stopped it.

Stopped myself from touching him, being touched by him, or even entering the room to begin with. And now I'm going to do to him what I do to all of my problems- avoid them and wait for them to come bite me in the ass. Or I run away when they try to bite my ass or sometimes, when I really have no hope whatsoever, I let them bite my ass.

I wish he-.

Let me stop you right there, sweetheart.

As of right now, I'm currently in my new bedroom, standing over the vanity and doing damage control- whatever that was in this situation. I guess in this case my current situation can only be dealt with by covering my hickeys in pounds and pounds and layers and layers of foundation because no matter how hard I tried to scrub off tonight's mistake from body, they stayed.

It was as if it was a permanent reminder of my desperation to be owned, to belong to someone or something and for them to completely use the fuck out of me and call me theirs. However or whatever they wanted to do and I would willingly obey without a second thought.

When I made my very merry way downstairs I was greeted by a very sharp- although angry- looked Spencer who looked just as much annoyed and irritated as he did angry. I wonder what could have caused him to have this expression on his face.

The answer was quite obvious by the pointed look he was giving Eddie, Rory, and Atticus. However I don't think he was directing it towards Eddie based on the snarl it looked like he was holding back.

I assume I walked into the ending of their conversation because as soon as my feet hit the ground from the last step, they all turned to look at me before Rory exclaimed, "Finally she's here! Let's go." And she dragged both Spencer and Eddie by the arms and pushed them to the door.

Atticus and I were now the only ones left inside and now we just resulted to staring at each other without so much as a word for what felt like minutes. Before any of us even had the chance to exchange any words to each other, Rory stepped in and grabbed my arm.

"Hellooo." She snapped her fingers in front of our faces in an attempt to bring us back to reality. "What the fuck are you guys doing just standing here like some creepy as robots?" Rory shook her head and proceeded to drag my ass outside when neither of us responded.

"Oh, sorry. I was just-" I rambled and I was probably pushing myself towards the point where I talk so much that I bore the fuck out of myself and end up saying either bullshit or the truth that I was trying so desperately to hide.