The Quarry - Aftermath - Rylan

11 ~ Blondie

- Ryan POV -

My face stung with pain and Kaitlyn stood in front of me.

"What the hell, Kaitlyn!" I was still holding where she slapped me.

"I fucking trusted you, I trusted you not to hurt him. After all he's been through."

"What..?"

"The blondie! You kissed that bitch." She took a step forward and stared me in the eyes.

"She kissed me! I pulled away right after."

"Is that so?"

"She was drunk, and so am I, it took a bit before I could come to my senses to push her away. It was all her... please... believe me. I would never ever try to hurt Dylan."

"Try fucking explaining that to Dylan."

"He saw...?" I frowned. It would be hard to get Dylan to trust me again, even though I didn't even kiss the blondie back.

"Hell yeah he saw, came back bawling to me and Jasmine, couldn't even catch his breath."

"Fuck..."

"Fuck is right!" Kaitlyn was still serious, her expression never changed.

"I'm sorry Kaitlyn."

"Don't apologize to me, go apologize to your boyfriend." She took my arm and started pulling me towards a room.

When we entered Jasmine was sitting alone, on a bed.

"H- hello...?" Jasmine stuttered.

"This is Ryan. Turned out the blondie kissed him, he pulled away as soon as possible..."

"Oh... uh... Dylan left." Jasmine frowned.

"What do you mean, Jas?" Kaitlyn takes a seat on the edge of the bed, next to Jasmine.

"He stayed for a bit but then he said he called an uber, and he left..."

"Fucking hell, this makes it so much harder to explain. He could easily just ignore my texts." I put a hand on the back of my neck and groaned.

"Your problem, bud. I can try to explain it to him later. I have the key to his house, I'm not sure he'll want to see you." Kaitlyn mutters.

"You're right... if you could stop by his house I might just forgive you for slapping me." I groaned.

"Kaitlyn- you slapped him?" Jasmine tried not to laugh.

"Maybe... I was a little angry..."

Jasmine giggles a bit.

"Okay, well I'll be off to Dylan's house now. Ryan, you might want to go home to avoid any other blondies taking advantage of you. Or... whatever. Just, ya know, call an uber." Kaitlyn stands up from the spot on the bed.

"Wait, Kaitlyn." Jasmine hands her a tiny piece of paper with her number written on it. She smiles.

"Thanks Jas, I'll be off now!"

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- Kaitlyn POV -

I was still a bit drunk from drinking. I knew my parents probably wouldn't be too happy with me driving drunk, but I must go to Dylan's house. This was important.

It wasn't a very long drive, and there were no big streets I had to cross, mostly small neighborhood roads.

Once I arrived at Dylan's, I stopped the car, and ran to the house. I saw Dylan's mother was there, so I didn't want to unlock the door with my copy of Dylan's key.