again // kian lawley , andrea russett

sixteen

I'm lead to a the second bathroom in Doms house. When I switch on the lights I see who led me away from Jenn.

"Oh my god Corey get your damn hands off me!" I shove Corey's hand off my wrist

Corey ignores what I said and opens up the a few drawers from under the sink. He gets out a first aid kit and starts dabbing on my cheek with this weird cream.

That's when my cheek starts hurting like hell. Jenn has a pretty strong fist I guess because she punched me really hard.

I let out a whimper when Corey rubs his finger along the already bruised area.

"Shh, I'm almost done." Corey coos, although I don't like Corey at all, his voice is really soothing.

"It's hurts." My voice croaks, on the verge of tears

Corey doesn't say anything. Instead he just stays in the same position, me sitting on the sink with Corey in-between my legs.

After a few seconds, Corey lifts me up off the counter and carries me into Doms room.

I lay on doms bed and Corey sits up next to me.

I pull out my phone from my pocket and dial Kian's number. It rings for a while and I unfortunately get his voicemail.

"Sorry I couldn't answer your call, leave a message and I will call you back dude." Kian does a high pitched voice when he says 'dude'

"Hey baby, it's Andrea. Call me back please." I say into the phone and hang up

I let out a sigh. Kian said he would call me every night. It's only the fest night and he already broke his promise.

Corey is still just staring at me. I know he's concerned but he doesn't have to be such a freak.

Moments later, my phone gets a notification that kian tweeted. Is this some kind of joke? He can tweet but he can't answer my calls?

KianLawley- had such a fun night meeting all you guys at gas stations and shit. watch out Washington because we're coming for you tomorrow!

I can't believe kian tweeted but didn't answer my calls. I know he is going to feel bad after he knows why I called.

"Look at this photo." Corey shows me his phone but I'm not fazed by what's on it.

It's a picture of kian "kissing" a girl but I know it's a stage kiss. I take the phone from Corey's hand and zoom in on the lips. Normally kian or the girl has their thumb or something on the corner of the other persons mouth, but this photo doesn't.

Oh. My. God. That's why kian didn't answer my call- because he kissed some random girl! I could be overreacting but it all adds up!

"I-I can't believe it." I stutter in shock

Corey looks at me in sympathy. "I'm sorry." He mutters

I stare at Corey thinking of a way I can get rid of the sadness I'm feeling right now. It's almost just as I'm thinking about it, Corey's moves his body closer to mine. I press my lips against his passionately. When I kiss kian I feel magical, fireworks if you will. Corey doesn't give that feeling but it does make me feel better.

Corey's hands roam my body as my hands play with his soft hair. I feel so- gross doing this. But I can't seem to stop.

My phone starts ringing but Corey and I ignore it.

I didn't hear the door open but doms voice made Corey and I separate.

"What the f.ck are you guys doing?" Dom yells

I keep quite, letting Corey explain but he doesn't. He just shamelessly walks out of the room. Dom gives me a disproving look before he leaves the room.

I loudly sigh and grab my phone from doms night stand.

My heart starts beating fast when I see that the phone call was from kian, and he left a voicemail.

"Hey baby. Sorry I didn't answer your call, I guess it didn't go through the first time. I miss you like f.ck. Call me."