The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

18 - I Kicked Him in the Family Jewels

*Bridget's POV*

"Why the hell did you go through the papers?!" Shouted Ronnie. I was putting the papers back in the box when a paper with New York Adoption Agency written on it caught my attention. Ronnie snatched the paper from me and I looked at him, slightly scared. His face was red.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have gone through the papers, I-"

"Get out," he nearly shouted. I looked at him incredulously. 

"Ronnie you can't be serio-"

"I said, get out." I saw his hands shake. Now if you think this is gonna be like in the movies where I run out because I'm a scared little bitch, you're wrong. 

"No! I'm sorry I went through the papers! I know it's an invasion of privacy but it isn't that big of a deal! I was just a little surprised is all." I slowly inched towards him. He was breathing heavily and looking at me up and down. "Ronnie, I'm sorry."

"I'm adopted," he finally said.

"Okay. You don't have to tell me anything about it if you don't want to." 

"Calum doesn't know. Nobody knows. Just me and my parents." 

"Oh, fu-"

"So I guess we're even then. Your confessions last night and now this. We're even." 

"What the fuck? No. No no no. This isn't about being even. I won't tell anyone, you know that." 

"I know, and I won't tell anyone what you said last night."

"Why is this a big deal, Ronnie? Your parents obviously love you, and god knows that's all a kid ever really wants."

"I'm not theirs, and I know they regret choosing me." I stepped close enough to him so that I could touch his arm. 

"No one regrets choosing you, Ronnie," I said, biting my lip and looking up at him. Especially over Tyler. "Your parents love you, or else they wouldn't bail you out of every single problem you get yourself into."

"I just don't want people knowing that my parents aren't really mine, so keep your mouth shut." He was being insensitive, but I didn't say anything about it, since I knew he was upset and trying to tell me as little as possible about the adoption. 

"I will." I could see him still breathing heavily, and I knew it'd take a while for him to calm down. "I'll just get something on my way home. I'm sorry." I started walking out of his room, and part of me hoped he'd pull me back into his room. But no such luck. I made it down the stairs and out the front door. I kept looking back, but he stayed in his room. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and got into the car. I drove to Tyler's apartment. 

As I walked into the apartment, I heard nothing but the TV. He's home. I walked towards the TV in the living room and saw Tyler on the couch, practically hugging a bottle of vodka; the bottle of vodka I got the other night. 

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my girlfriend who decides to leave in the middle of the goddamn night and take my car!" He laughed as he saw me.

"Tyler, I'm sorry." Then I realized he wasn't supposed to be home. "Why aren't you in class?" He laughed again.

"Why aren't I in class? Maybe because you took my fucking car!"

"You could have easily gotten a ride from that guy that lives next door, you know, a kid who goes to the same college as you." He chuckled this time.

"Eh, whatever. It's just college. I have work later anyways," he lifted up the bottle of vodka. "Thought I'd get a head start." I felt uneasy. He was drunk. Sure I've seen him drunk, but I was always drunk at the same time.