What Dreams Are Made Of

9.

*Calvin's POV*

Now, please explain to me why my stomach is about to flip out of my body.

I don't know if it's because I know Tucker is fuming, and very rarely does he show that he's pissed off. But today, he has not said a single word.

I don't know if it's because Delilah is with us as we walk up the front steps to his house.

Or the fact that Shay is the closest thing I have to a little sister, I know she's hurting, I know she's going to cry, and I know this is not how she pictured her first time. And I feel devastated for her. If I wouldn't have left, this never would've happened.

"Now." Delilah reached up, grabbed his shoulders and turned him to look at her. "You can not go in here and start playing the blame game. She knows she did something bad if she came home yesterday down and stayed home today. You walk in here, be a supportive big brother, and you do not yell at her."

"I wasn't going to." He shook his head.

"Tucker Matthew." She let go and crossed her arms.

He sighed. "This is my fault."

"No it's not." I shook my head. "Lane is a dick, but my god he's paying for it now with a busted cheek. But Tucker, you didn't know about Julie. He did know about Shay. I love Lane, so much. He's been a good friend to ME. But I know him. He has this way of getting what he wants, and in return, it hurt Shay. He hurt Shay. Not you."

"Now take a deep breath, and we'll go inside. But the first thing I want to hear out of your mouth is 'Are you ok?' and I want nothing short of supportive." Delilah nodded.

"Yes ma'am." He nodded.

He lead us inside and up to Shay's room, then knocked.

He slid her door open and gave her a small smile. "You got some visitors."

"I don't want to see anyone." She sighed.

"Well that's a shame." Delilah pushed past him, sprinted, and jumped in her bed. "Where were you today?" Delilah wrapped her arms around her as Tuck and I sat on her bed.

"Sleeping." She nodded.

Tucker took a deep breath. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, why?" She groaned.

Tucker looked at Delilah, then at me, and I nodded.

"I want you to know how much I love you. And that nothing will ever change that." He nodded.

"Ok?" She scrunched her face.

He reached down, grabbed her hand, and sighed. "Is there anything you want to talk about? Like, anything thing that happened over the weekend? New guy in your life?" He pursed his lips.

"Just Ricky." She shook her head.

He took another deep breath. "Shay, why didn't you tell me what happened with Lane Saturday night?"

Now that got her feathers ruffled. "I- I don't know-"

"Shay." I cut her off. "Lane came over last night." I nodded. "He told me."

Her face sunk. "No." She whined.

"Hey." Tucker pulled her away from Delilah and wrapped her up. "Shay it's ok."

"This is the worst feeling in the world." She cried then looked at Delilah. "I feel dirty, and gross. I've showered 9 times. Did you feel like this with Steve?"

And my head shot right toward Delilah. "Steve? Steve Prince!"

She rolled her eyes and grabbed Shay's hand. "No honey, I didn't. Because Steve and I have been friends for the majority of our lives. We weren't drunk. I trust him, he trusts me."