I Found Myself Falling... Not For The Right Thing Either.

26: Feelings Finally Let Out

"Jake." I heard a girl voice giggle. I wasn't sure who it belonged to and nor did I care. I was trying endlessly to get even a minute of sleep. I had gotten an hour last night, only an hour. It was horrible. Groaning, I rolled over and slammed a pillow over my head.

He had brought some girl home from a party last night. I luckily couldn't hear anything until he opened his room door this morning, thank god! I wasn't in a mood either.

I was torn. Kent was my boyfriend. I was supposed to be committed to him for the time being, not making out with the same guy behind his back. I was positive that he wasn't doing that to me. I wasn't just some girl to mess with and I knew Kent wouldn't do that, it wasn't in his nature.

So, why the hell was I doing it? I had never been that girl. Never that type! So, why had I changed? Ever since that stupid kiss on the beach, I couldn't let Craig leave my mind. He was always in there; he even pushed Kent out for the most part! Maybe it was him, his womanizing ways. He was just using me.

That was it! Craig has been just playing me, nothing more. His expert skills were wearing off on me. I was playing with Kent like he was playing me.

Something in my heart pinged and suddenly the idea was dropped and everything changed to a whole different level.

Was Craig really messing with me? Has this whole time just been some fun for him? Messing with me just to get back at me for the things we would do to each other in the past as part of our little game?

"Shh!" The girl gasped, shushing Jake as his door opened again and I could hear footsteps. He said a few words that I couldn't make out as I crammed the pillow against my ears, but I heard her gasp and then a soft moan come from her.

"Ugh!" I grumbled, throwing my pillow aside and jumping out of my bed.

It was bad enough that I had Kent and Craig both on my mind, but little to no sleep... that was not a good mix for me.

I didn't care to put anything more on than spandex shorts and a tank-top as I threw my bedroom door open and opened my mouth, ready to yell, but it never came. Instead, it dropped even further open as I took in what was standing before me.

My brother and his whore that he brought home... well, she wasn't really a whore. She was more like my best friend.

"Katie?" I whispered. Both of their heads snapped around, eyes widened with shock.

"Shit." Katie squeaked. Jake just gulped as I stared between the two. They were really close, in each others arms really. They weren't even hung over either. Actually, they looked full awake as they stared back at me, none of us saying anything.

The silence continued for a few more moments, making everything really awkward if I might add. I sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to speak up first. They could explain to me... or actually, don't explain. I didn't want to know what dirty little deed they had done all last night.

"Rae, it's not what it looks like." Katie started, her eyes pleading.

"Then what is it?" I asked, trying hard not to raise my voice. Neither of them answered me. They just looked between each other as if trying to come up with some lie that would work perfectly. After a minute or so passed I sighed, closing my eyes and running and hand through my hair. "I'm going back in my room and we don't have to get into this." I told them, turning and on heel and hurrying back into my room.

As soon as I was safely in my bedroom again, I opened my eyes and let an even bigger sigh. This one was definitely full of frustration. I pressed my back against the wooden door and slid down until my butt hit the floor. I could softly hear the two whisper a few words before descending down the stairs.