It all started when Adalyn Rose had a little too much to drink and ended up in bed with her best friend's older brother, Ashton Dawson.
They hide it from everyone hoping to forget about it, but when Ashton's psychotic ex-fling, Natalie, intrudes on...
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Adalyn's POV
"Happy Birthday!" We all wake Brie up with our excitement. Our baby isn't our baby anymore. I try my best to hide the fact that I have a hangover, so I take some ibuprofen and smile through the pain.
The girls and I head downstairs to find Ashton already awake and dishing out breakfast, and Michael groaning on the couch.
When Ashton spots Brie, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her on the top of her head. "Happy Birthday shorty!" he says with a slight laugh, before returning to what he was doing.
I go to get my morning coffee when I find my mug already filled and waiting for me. This is the second morning Ashton has been nice to me, and both times happen to be after a night of drinking. I'm starting to get suspicious that he's planning something. I still take the drink and we grab our waffles, Brie's favourite, and sit at the table to eat.
"Hey, did mom and dad call you yet?" Ashton asks Brie.
"Not yet. It's still early. They'll probably call later. It's not a big deal."
I notice Ashton tense and his fists clench in anger. Suddenly, he is no longer sitting at the table. I know Ashton has a bad history with his parents, probably worse than Brie's, but I don't ask, after all I hate talking about my parents.
When we finish eating, we decide to all go home and pack some extra things for the trip, then meet back at Brie's to head up.
I am folding my clothes when I hear my mother enter my room. I take a deep breath and stop what I am doing, waiting for her to start yelling.
"Where are you going?" Her hands are crossed over her chest and she is tapping her foot, waiting for my response. I choose not to face her, but to continue hauling clothes into my bag.
"It's Brie's birthday. We are going to a lake house for a few days."
"And what do you plan on doing?" Her question isn't calm, she sounds more irritated. She doesn't wait for me to speak. "Are you carrying your books?"
"No, I'm not carrying my books. It's a party, not a study group," I angrily mumble.
"What was that?" She straightens her stance and grabs my arm, turning me around to look at her. "Look at me when I am talking to you."
I rub the area she was previously holding, and look her in the eyes. "I said no! I am not carrying my books because it's not a freakin' study group."
"Don't swear at me," she screams. "Well if this trip isn't of any importance in your academic career, I don't see the need for you to be going." She begins to unpack the clothes and put them in my closet.
"Mom, stop! It's only a few days. I'm not going to fall behind because of a few days of fun. I'm a straight-A student."
"Fun doesn't get you anywhere in life." I can't help but wonder, when did she stop having fun. It is kind of sad how she lived life, but I am not going to end up like her.
