Hollywood's Badboy

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The sky was getting darker and all that I wanted to do was just go into my bed and cry my eyes out. But the very thing I wanted most right now, I couldn't have. I couldn't get home now, the only choice that I had was calling one of my brothers but I couldn't do that without making everything suspicious.

At first, I tried calling Jessica, tears still rolling down my face, but she wouldn't pick up so I called her brother. When I still had no response from the phone, I gave up and sat back down on the floor.

If it was even possible, I could feel my heart dropping over and over again into the endless hole that Brandon just created. I've seen him date and make out with other girls but seeing him with Lindsey was just way too much for me to handle, like being stabbed in the heart with a knife multiple times.

After about an hour of sulking in my sadness, I checked my watch. 10:45

Oh shit! I needed to get home now! Having no choice, I called up Ryan. I was hoping that maybe he would be the least in rage when he found off that I sneaked out of the house and into a high school party.

But I couldn't care less right now, I was too deep in thought and my head was killing me. But why would Brandon do this to me? We've been friends since the first grade! He knew how much Lindsey hated me and would do anything to hurt me. But I didn't care about Lindsey right now, my thoughts were too preoccupied with thoughts of Brandon.

After about three rings, Ryan picked up the phone. "Hello? Isabella?"

I tried to compose myself and keep my voice from wavering, but I failed. "Yea, R-Ryan I sort of need you to pick me up."

"Why, what happened!" Here it goes again. There was worry in his voice and I could just imagine the scolding I was going to get from all five of them later on.

"Nothing Ryan, just pick me up. I'll explain everything later."

"Okay sis, you better. I'll be there in 10 min." I hung up the call and went back to my chair, trying to compose myself before Ryan came to pick me up.

After about five minutes, a bright yellow Porsche drove around the curb and stopped right in front of me.

Oh shit. I was in trouble.

This wasn't Ryan! It was Nate. After debating wether or not to get into the car, I got in and Nate started the car, speeding away from the loud party.

I could tell he was mad, beyond rage. I've never done something like this before, I've always followed his rules of the house, never messing up. And now that I have, I regretted it, it just made my life a hundred time harder.

"Nate, I'm sorry..." I tried explaining what happened at the party to him, but he cut me off.

"Save it for when we get home." He said harshly, concentrating on driving the car. I might have had a chance or even a little sympathy from Ryan, but Nate? He was he most protective out of all five of them. It was going to be a long night for sure.

My mind raced through dozens of memories of Brandon and the waterworks started again, dripping slowly down my cheek.

I watched as Nate's expression grew softer, watching my tears flow freely. His expression went from pure rage, to concern, but he kept silent for the rest of the ride home.

When we reached my garage, there were all four cars already parked in the garage. I was in so much trouble right now.

I knew I should be worried right now, awaiting the scolding that was about to come, but my heart was throbbing too much for me to think clearly.

As soon as I opened the front door, I was cornered with dozens of questions. I felt my pulse raising and I could hear my heart thumping in my ears.

Finally, when I couldn't take any of this anymore, I practically ran up the grand stairs and into my room, ignoring the screams of my brothers and Nate telling them all to shut up. I would have to thank him for that later.

I plopped down onto my bed and I let go of all the tears that I've been holding in since the party and desperately cried my heart out. It hurt more than it should have, but he was my best friend, he was always supposed to be there for me, not run off, kissing the very person that I hated the most.

After about 20 minutes, I heard a knock on my door and without waiting for my answer, Nate came in all by himself. His presence made me feel safer, knowing that he would protect me no matter what happens.

Without saying a word, he sat down on the bed next to me and rubbed his palms slowly up and down my small back, trying to calm me down a little.

"What happened?" I looked up to see true concern and worry in his eyes.

Trusting him, I told him everything that happened at the party and before it as well. I knew that if I don't tell him now, I would have to sometime in the near future.

"That bastard!" He screamed, jumping out of my bed and pacing the room and rapidly running his hands through his hair.

"Nate, it's alright. We were never together in the first place. Don't do anything stupid, please." I tried calming him down, explaining that it was alright and hoped that he would just forget about it.

"Isabella! He broke your trust in him. He is such a bad friend and a bastard!" He screamed, punching my bed. After him ranting on and on for about another twenty minutes, I fell asleep, in the arms of my loving and caring brother...