Not You Again

chapter four - starbucks

Meet us at starbucks in fifteen. You need to tell us what the fuck happened last night.

I stare at the text message on my phone from Westie that she sent me and Nick. I think back to last night and I swear, I thought I dreamed that whole entire thing. Why is Archer Sinclair here? Where did he come from?

If there was one word to describe Archer Sinclair it would be arrogant. Everything he did was coated in arrogance and pride. I mean I don't blame the dude if I was him I would be much worse. He's a 6'5 hockey player, that's painfully rich, and to top it all off he's stupid hot. Like really, really stupid hot. It makes me sad to look at his face not only because of the pain he's brought me, but he's just too god damn pretty for his own good. As far as his personality goes - it's shit. I fully believe his one flaw is his personality other than that the dudes fucking perfect.

As I quickly finished getting ready, I realized I had slept through my first class. I curse myself but put it behind me as I put on a white tank top and lulu lemon shorts, and grab my phone from night stand, . I head out the door and make my way to Starbucks.

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"So are you going to explain or am I going to have to waterbord you?" My ginger friend asks me as I take a sip of my coffee. I look over at Nicholas who has only send hi to me in the ten minutes we've been sitting here. "Okay, seriously Riley," she snaps, "stop wasting our fucking time. We've got shit to do so hurry up and tell us."

I huff and roll my eyes at her, "fine." I take a deep breathe because god knows I'm going to need it. "Okay so over the summer Paul took me, Laney, and mom to some work event in Newport that was at some country club," I begin as the two blue eyed people just stare at me, waiting for me to continue on. "Everyone was like really, really drunk, and I mean everyone. Even if you were underaged you had alcohol," I take another sip of my iced coffee and trying my best not to cringe at the next words that come out of my mouth. "The next part is sorta, kinda  hard to say," I tell them.

"I don't give a fuck. Tell us!" Westie shouts earning her glances from around the room. I sink into the wooden seat more, mortified for what I'm about to say.

"Archerfoundmomandthetennisprotogetherandtoldpaul," I say those really awful words fast, staring down at my hands that have now become tangled together. I glance up at my interrogators who have dumbfounded looks on their faces.

"Please articulate Belly," Nick says in calming tone. I love Nick, I really do. He's the older brother i've never had and everyday I am so thankful for him. But I might snap his neck if he calls me Belly, again.

I take another sip of my iced coffee and look back down at my hands, "Archer found mom with a tennis pro and told Paul, and then I told his girlfriend Jackie that Archer was having sex with Emory Lewis," I instantly perk up in my seat at the story I am about to tell. "Which he was having sex with her. I found them in the bathroom that they forgot to lock, so after Archer told Paul I told his girlfriend that he's cheating. Anyways they got into a massive fight and then they broke up," I take a quick breath because of how fast I was talking. I know it's awful but I really do love to gossip, it just what happens in the world I grew up in. Everyone is two faced even the nicest of them are. "And then Archer found me in the woman's locker room, which you know it's like really nice because it's a country club, and one part of the locker room, had like living room area. I was sitting there on the couch drinking wine and crying and then Archer showed up. I don't even know how he found me," I start to wonder as I retell the story. "I guess he must of asked around. So anyways we basically got into a huge fight shit was said, people were slapped, blood was on the carpet, and yeah," I finish the story and they are just looking at me silently. I don't know if it's good or bad. Probably bad knowing these two.