Collide (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

[8] Revenge

I told Jess the whole truth. I told her about how he'd picked me up from the party and that he'd been such a gentleman to let me sleep in his bed and that he'd taken the couch. I told her that I thought we were finally friends because we always had so much fun when we were together. I told her I didn't understand. I didn't understand why he would do so much effort for me just so I'd sleep with him. I was a diehard fan so if he'd kissed me the first time I was at his place I probably would've slept with him too. Just because I was so head over heels for him. I didn't understand how he could turn out to be such an asshole. I told her what he had said to me. That I bring balance to his life. I was now wondering if all of that was a just joke, another lie. After I'd gotten everything off my chest I went home so I could cry myself to sleep. But I did everything but sleeping. The thought of how he'd used me was haunting me and I couldn't get it off my mind. Love is a game and of betrayal and lies and he knew damn well how to play it. It was three in the morning when my eyes were finally too tired to keep open and I fell into a deep and painful slumber. I woke up five hours later by the sound of my phone going crazy. I unlocked the thing, seeing that I had at least fifty tweets. I quickly scanned through them and my eyes widened. People I'd never seen or heard of before tweeted me all kinds off articles, some even with death treats.

@Charlie_Prime: Is this true? It better not be true or I'm coming after you!

"Dylan O'Brien rumoured cheating on girlfriend Britt Robertson."

@Charlie_Prime: I'm gonna kill you! "Teen Wolf hunk in love affair?"

@Charlie_Prime: You fucking whore! "Charlotte Prime: Dylan O'Brien's mistress?"

@Charlie_Prime: Keep your dirty hands of off Dylan you slut!

 

There were many more. All fans of Dylan tweeting me about this. Asking if it was true. Treating to kill me if it was. I gasped for air as I scrolled through the ongoing list of tweets, all linked to what happened yesterday. That fucking bitch. Jess did this. I knew she did because Jess never took betrayal lightly. But when she told me yesterday he was going to pay for it I didn't think she meant this. Oh dear fucking God, what had she done? My name was all over twitter. How could they know who I was? Had Jess told them my name? I was going to fucking kill her. Now all his fans knew who I was, I was so screwed. I opened one of the articles, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. The page opened up and a giant photo popped up on the screen. It was a picture taken on the day Dylan and I had gone to The Ugly Duckling. The pictured showed me stepping into Dylan's car and him next to me. It was a clear shot of my face. A title in big black letters read: DYLAN O'BRIEN'S MYSTERY LADY. I scanned through the article. I wanted to know what they were saying about me, about us.

Dylan O'Brien was seen last week with a girl that is not so much his girlfriend Britt Robertson. While Robertson is out in London to shoot a new movie, her boyfriend and LA's sweetheart has his hands full with this mysterious brunette. It's rumoured that she's the fan that fainted earlier that week and Dylan took care off. Sweet, we know, but now there seems to be more than just a friendly gesture. We've heard that Dylan O'Brien shared his bed with her. What's Britt going to think about that?

I gagged with what I read and even though most of it was true I still felt like they had made it seem like much more than it really was. Rage took over me and I closed the page. I typed in the number of Jess and when she picked up I started shouting at her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled, the anger made my body tremble.

"I was sleeping. Why?"

"You told the paparazzi?!" I shouted in disbelief. For some reason I felt more betrayed by her than by Dylan. She was my friend for the love of God and she had done this to me? She made me look like a slut! I could hear how she yawned.

"Yeah." She just simply replied like it wasn't a big deal.

"Why?" My voice was hard and I just wanted to punch her right in the face.

"To revenge you. I couldn't let that asshole get away with it. He got what he deserves."

"Did it ever come up and that stupid mind of yours that I'm more screwed than anyone else right now? People are hating on me, sending me death treats! They think I seduced him into sleeping with me!"

"Charlie..." She tried but I cut her off.

"No Jessica! You made me the bad guy! Fix it or we're done being friends." With that I hung up. I threw my phone to the wall in a fit of rage and I could hear the screen cracking. Fuck.

It took me hours before I was finally able to get out of bed and Dylan had called me multiple times since then. He had left me messages, asking me what the hell was going on and telling me that we needed to talk. I didn't return any of his calls and deleted the messages right after I got them. When I walked into the living room I bumped into my brother. Louis looked at me and I just knew he was informed about the whole Dylan drama. He wanted to talk. Great. Now everyone suddenly wanted to talk to me. He sat me down on the couch and he took place on the little coffee table right in front of me. I wasn't sure if the thing would be able to support his weight but so far it didn't collapse.

"Charlotte, will you tell me what's going on? Your name is all over the internet. What happened.?" I wasn't planning on telling my brother anything about Dylan but when he looked at me with so much worry on his face, I spilled the beans.

"You know Dylan," I started and he nodded his head. "After he left last week he asked me if I wanted to hang out with him again. So I did and we saw each other a couple of times this week. I promised him I'd help him practice for his audition and well, one thing led to another and we ended up having sex." I looked down at my lap. I felt so ashamed. "Everything went perfectly fine, nothing was going on, until his girlfriend called him the next morning. He used me. I told Jess about it and she was convinced that it was her responsibility to take revenge so she told the paparazzi about it. That's why I'm all over the internet." I could see how his jaw clenched and he balled his hands into fists until his knuckles became white. I could almost feel the angry boiling inside of him and then he jumped up.

"I'm going to kill that fucking pervert!" He yelled. I grabbed his arm and pulled him down.

"Louis, please don't. Don't make it worse than it already is."

"No Charlie. No one touches my little sister. I made a promise to myself that I'd destroy every bastard that ever dares to hurt you and I don't care if he's a frat boy or a famous actor. That guy is a dead man." 

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