He Found Her.

Chapter 31.

*Vintage POV*

Every teenage girl has insecurities. What if it was just me? What if I was just making it all up in my head? I know if I say something or even react worse than I already did, there would be issues..more issues than there already were.

My own thoughts consumed my head and I just couldn't take it. I got overwhelmed and I could hear little voices in my head telling me negative things.

"He doesn't want you." And other things like, "don't trust him, don't trust anyone."

This has been my best friend for such a long time. How could he have a connection like that with someone else? I feel like your girlfriend should be your bestfriend, and if that's not the case, that's a problem.

My mind was all over the place. I'm a very jealous person. I mean, I'm sure I can't be the only person that's territorial. Being like this, I could believe almost anything those little devilish voices told me.

I decided to call Dylan and tell him to come home. I didn't know what he was doing, and I really didn't care. Call me inconsiderate, sorry.

"Dylan, can you come home? I don't know where you've been or what you've been doing, and you didn't bother to tell me."

"I'm on my way."

I just hung up in his face, for the second time today. It's fucking 10:42 and he's not home. What is so important that he has to stay out this late? More importantly, staying out this late..with another girl..ALONE. That's a red flag. All of this was a red flag. Instead of getting myself worked up all over again, I just went downstairs.

My mom had fallen asleep on the couch. I walked up to the couch, took her phone out of her hand. I put it down on the coffee table to my right side. I gently rubbed her arm, trying to wake her up.

"Mom, you should probably go to your bed. This wouldn't be good for your back."

Her eyes barely opened. She blinked a couple times trying to regain her consciousness. She reached her hand out to me, signaling she needed help getting up.

I helped her up, and put her right arm around my shoulder, my right hand around her waist, holding her up. We went up the stairs kind of slow. My experience with stairs? Let's go as slow as we possibly can.

We got to her room. She basically flopped on her bed.

"Thanks honey. Just turn my light off."

"Let me tuck you in."

"Haha. I am not your child, you are my child. If anyone is doing the tucking, it should be me."

"Well, right now your my little baby. So, let's go. Arms up!"

She did exactly that, and let me tuck her blankets in her sides. I pushed her hair to the side of her face and softly kissed her forehead.

"Night mom."

"Goodnight sweetie."

It's almost like the argument we had earlier didn't even happen. She was acting perfectly normal. I wasn't going to be the one to bring the gasoline back to the flame, so I just shut up about it, and let it be.

**

I walked back downstairs to get me a cold glass of water. I heard a key unlocking the door and automatically thought 'Dylan'. I stood there, glass in hand, arms crossed, waiting for the door to open.

Dylan walked in, hair all messy, one hand in pocket, and he took a deep breath. He didn't even see me. I watched him walk over to the kitchen table. He tossed his keys on the table, and took his coat off and threw it on the couch.

"Excuse me, that's not where that goes. Don't be a slob." He flinched at the sound of my voice.

"Oh! I didn't even see you right there."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I know."

He looked down. He walked over to grab his coat, and put it on the coat rack.

"Thank you. That is exactly where it goes."

He gave me a small mug. He could detect the sarcasm in my voice. He knew he was in trouble.

I gave him a look.. It was one of those moments where a teenager comes home after curfew and their mom is sitting right there on the couch when they turn the lights on. Surprise, surprise. BOOM! Caught up. And Mr. O'Brien..was most definitely, undeniably, in trouble.

I walked upstairs. I could hear him following.

**

"Dylan, you didn't think to..ya know..inform me of where you were and what you were doing with another girl..? Alone?"

He had a dumb founded look on his face which pissed me off.

"Vin look.." I cut him off.

"Nuh uh, Red flag number one." I honestly didn't want to hear anything he had to say because I'm petty and it was his place to tell me what was going on. Which quite obviously, he stepped out of that place.

"I know I should of told you. I didn't. I ran into her at the mall okay? Yeah, we went out for ice cream..it really isn't a big deal."

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal..okay. So if I ran into some long lost MALE friend at the mall, didn't call you, or text you, just went about my day, you mean to tell me you wouldn't feel some type of neglect?"

He sat there looking stuck.

"My point exactly."

He just sat there on the bed. I gave him the death stare.

"Look, if your gonna be mad at me, I understand. I wouldn't like it okay? I'm sorry."

I put my glass of water on my dresser. I walked past him as if he wasn't there and went into my bathroom and locked the door.

I could hear the base in his voice through the door but couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. His voice was muffled. I didn't want to hear him anyway, so I ignored him.

I stared at myself in the mirror for a few. His Mac was still on the bathroom counter. I turned 'Pandora'  on.
Dubstep radio.

I ran my bath water. Super super warm, and that's the way I like it. I put my hair into a bun and sat in the water. I could see the steam coming off of my skin, and that relaxed me.

I sunk down into the water, cross eyed, relaxed, head back, and let the music fill my ears.