I Just Don't Believe In Love...

Chapter 6:// Wait What?

I gasp and freeze in my tracks.
Bright colors are everywhere. It takes a second for my brain to register that people are here. Shit.
"Surprise!" Everyone shouts at once.
Honestly what the hell. I remember almost no family members from Los Angeles. I stand speechless.
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Everyone has spread out and gotten comfortable. I don't do well in busy places. I'm starting to get a headache and it feels hard to breathe. It's been about an hour and a few more family members showed up.
There's been a lot of hugging and having to pretend I remember random people.
"Hey mom, I'm gonna go up to my room. I need some air" I say quietly while helping my mom wash dishes.
"Are you okay, An?" My mom looks over at me with concern.
"Yeah I'm great, just lots of people. I'll be back down soon." I turn and begin weaving my way through the endless crowd of "family".
I make it to the living room, then hug my way to the stairs. Finally. I sprint to the top, already feeling my head clear. I reach my door at the end of the hall. I mentally picture my room, the comfort I've built up over a series of visits. Queen size bed, lots of pillows and blankets, a bookshelf, comfy chairs. Home. I slowly twist the handle, a bubble in my chest forming as I get ready to welcome my cool, refreshing room back. I hear a moan. What the-- I press my ear to the door and hear the muffled sounds of slobbery kisses and moaning and "yes...yes" whispered. Why in my room, guys? I really don't have time for this shit. I twist the handle quickly and throw the door open. Ew. Dylan and my neighbor-- who used to be my best friend-- are on my bed making out.
I clear my throat loudly. "Dylan." I'm surprised how steady my voice sounds when I'm so close to tears. "Haylee."
They spring apart. Both red.
"What the fuck are you doing." I'm furious. At Dylan, at Haylee, at myself, for thinking I was special.
"We.. We were just..." Haylee stutters. She looks at me apologetically. I shoot daggers at her.
"Hey, it was nothing. We were both getting too crowded and came up here to talk.. which led to.. you know.." He trails off awkwardly.
"Sex on my bed. With the neighbor," I turn to Haylee, "with my old best friend."
I am no longer surprised at how cold, and steady my voice is, "I want both of you out of here. Now. You disgust me."
"I'm sorry Andi," Haylee starts walking towards the door. She stops and stretches an arm out as if to touch my shoulder. I give her an icy glare. She lowers her arm and leaves. If looks could kill, Haylee would be dead.
"Why the fuck would you make out with our neighbor on my bed? Because she was easy? Because you can? Get out." I point towards the door.
He turns red, "how could you not know, Andi? God, you're so stupid sometimes. She wasn't 'easy'. She was your old friend!"
I stare evenly at him.
He seems to struggle with what to say. "You know what? No. You can figure this one out on your own." He storms toward my bathroom.
Okay. What just happened?

A/N
HEYYY! Sorry I haven't posted in a while! Hope you like this chapter, and yes, to answer questions, Dylan is a fvckboi ;). Love you all! Byeee