How Everything Changed (Book 4)

Chapter 38

*Ryah*

The next night, I got a text from Matt saying that they were going out for Jeff's birthday--he didn't want us to make a big fuss out of it, since he could possibly be Ethan's bitch come Wednesday--and the bar that they were going to was populated by GFW stars. Perfect, if me and PJ show up, we were going to get treated like outcasts. But if I didn't go, this would be something I'd regret. Ehh, I'm going, I paid for half the damn party anyway.

Now, when it came to surprise parties, I was horrible at keeping them a secret--any secret really, I was horrible at keeping them--so when Matt told me to keep this secret from Jeff, I immediately started telling him that I couldn't do it, that I couldn't tell him any different. Matt told me it was too late, and I had to. That ended up with me slapping his chest a few times.

All day, I have been trying to keep Jeff away from the house and stuff where the decorations were at. We only had to keep him away until we could get them to the bar. I'd say that I did a pretty bang up job, because when Matt grabbed him from my house after a whole day of eating on the couch (which he thought we were doing for his birthday) and took him to the bar, he covered his eyes, and I had to lead him in because I didn't want him to break his other leg. He looked surprised and we dove right into the party.

Another thing we were all surprised about is when Morgan walked up to Jeff with a nervous smile on her face. I saw Velvet out of the corner of my eye watching this closely.

"Listen, I know that you probably still hate me, because everyone seems to lately, but I just wanted to tell you happy birthday." She gave him a hug before and she started to walk off, but Jeff stood up and said.

"Morgan, I appreciate the compliment, but let's be honest, that's no excuse for you screwing the enemy." Morgan stopped at that. "Yea, you don't think I know about that? It's all anyone could talk about. I'm so glad I gave you up. You're nothing but a--" I slapped a hand over Jeff's mouth before walking him out of the room.

"What the hell did you say that for?" I whispered heatedly once we got out of the room.

"Why are you defending her?"

"I thought you loved her!" I shouted shoving him back.

"I did, but then I heard about her screwing PJ Black," Jeff responded to me.

"Jeff," I said. "It's nice that you're thinking about letting Morgan go, but you cannot and will not call her a slut again, not tonight, or any night." I said walking away. "Happy birthday, dumbass!"