Breaking "Bad"

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[Edited]

"Can someone ever change..?"

~Scott~

I waved from the door as Hailey left wearing the same thing she'd worn last night. 

The guarded expression she'd worn just before we'd made love flickered once through my head once before I pushed it away with guilt. I shouldn't have touched her the way I'd done so knowing that she was still upset.
Not when I knew she was hiding something.

To distract me, my phone vibrated through my pockets the moment I shut the door. Both my parents had already left several hours ago, giving me a deathly silence to stew in although I planned on doing no such thing. "Hello?"

"Bro, where are you?" Tristan's voice rang out from the other end, loud and clear.

I relaxed. "I'm at home, why?" Maybe he'd decide to come over and distract me.

Something must've heard my prayer because the next thing he said was, "I'm coming over," before hanging up.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Switching on the Xbox and after making sure everything was ready, I made my way up to the first floor. The moment I opened the door Tristan's strong colonge hit my nose. "Dude, too much," I said as I covered my face with my arm. 

He shrugged, obviously knowing what I meant, before stepping in past me. "I had to cover the smell of last night's after party," he explained as he held up a pack of beer before grinning. "I brought these."

"Nice." We made our way into the cellar where everything had been set up, Tristan confidently leading the way.

When we entered the room he set down the beers and rushed to the console, before starting up the game. With less energy, I followed at a slower pace and sat next to him before reaching for a console. After almost an hour of playing he gave up and threw down his own console down before glaring at me.

I stared back, surprised. "What?"

"There's something you're not telling me." The way he narrowed his eyes at me reminded me of Hailey when she was on an inquisition. I had to swallow back a bittersweet laugh.

"Nothing's wrong," I lied.

"Stop bullshitting me."

Leaning over to the coffee table, I grabbed a beer and took a heavy gulp. The sour taste somehow grounded me; keeping me in the here and now and giving me a false sense of security when I knew I had none. Why did he have to be so fucking perceptive? I seethed. Then again it was Tristan; he'd known me for years and was my best friend. I'd known deep down he would've guessed something was wrong eventually. Shrugging, I asked, "So what?"

He didn't say anything, just watched me take another giant gulp before swivelling it in my mouth. He always hated it when I did that but kept quiet about it this time round. "Spit it out then," he demaned. "You've been brooding like a fucking teenage girl for the past hour."