The Boy's of Westbrook

~Betrayed~ Chapter VIII

Chapter VIII

Ollie was already marching away before anyone could react. Eric had already set his phone to the side and was eyeing it like it was a spider. Eric hated spiders. Damien on the other hand looked sick, like his phone was an unwanted pest. Cameron looked mortified, the closest to being sick.

Sure Ralph might have possibly had it coming, but this was Ollie! What was this going to do to Ollie?

It wasn't easy keeping up, but Rubio managed to catch up by the front door. His hand automatically shot over Ollie's shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" He threw Rubio's hand off and slipped out the front door with ease. And fury.

Rubio ignored Ollie's little outburst but followed him out into the yard anyway. Ralph was standing at the edge of the driveway, phone in hand, sounds of the second clip emitting, and a shocked expression on his face. The bottom of his jaw hung open and face looked like it had been dipped in flour. Rubio immediately started to feel bad. For everything.

Sure he didn't like the guy. He took Ollie away from him.

That didn't mean he wanted... this.

"Are you freaking kidding me?! Kidding me?!" Ollie was red all over, even veins were popping out in places Rubio had never seen before. "You have got to be joking! Somebody better be joking!"

"Ollie!" Rubio hissed and immediately regretted it. If looks could kill, he would be buried so deep into the earth, he'd forever be listed as missing. If he was lucky, an archeologist might find him centuries from now. "We don't even know his side of the story."

He couldn't believe the words he'd just said. Just a moment ago he was all for being against Ralph, now suddenly he was on his side?

"Shut up!" Ollie turned and went back to stomping his way over towards Ralph.

Rubio unwillingly followed. It wasn't that he was worried that Ralph might hit Ollie. It was the other way around. He somehow already knew, if Ollie took that step, he'd regret it. Ollie was the fun loving, peaceful sort. Not this.

"It was, it was, it was," Ralph seemed to struggle for words and the clock was ticking too fast. Rubio unknowingly moved in and once more clasped a hand over Ollie's shoulder. The same shoulder. "Get your hands off him!" Ralph's could have shot flames, even in the dark Rubio could have sworn they turned red with rage. He took his hand off of Ollie while making sure to hold both hands in air in surrender.

Ollie was shaking. His head was slumped, hands balled into fists and his arms shook.

"I feel betrayed. So freaking betrayed." Rubio had to fight this powerful urge to wrap his arms around Ollie, hold him close and console him.

Other footsteps could be heard by the front door. He was sure everyone was watching, so he turned and gave a shooing gesture. Their presence would only make things worse. Perhaps he should leave too, but his feet stayed rooted in place. Why did his body always work against his wishes only when Ollie was around?

"This was a whole different time Oll." At least he was able to start explaining himself. "I didn't even know this was going to be recorded and get sent everywhere." He made a reach for Ollie but Ollie made an aggressive motion that it was not a good idea. So Ralph's eyes almost watered up.

"Hey," Ralph still took a step forward, but in a passive way, his eyes were pleading for understanding. Ollie had his back to Rubio so Rubio had no idea what Ollie could possibly be thinking. "You need to believe me. I'm with you. Not them. I don't even remember those girl's names. This had to be last summer. I didn't even come to Westbrook yet. My dad hadn't even met Mrs. Cross yet. That was a whole other, different guy in those clips. That's not me anymore."