My 16th Summer

So Many POV's, So Little Time!

(Oliver's POV)

She slept with him! HIM!

She.

Slept.

With.

Him!

How could I have been so stupid? I saw the way Alex looked at her, but how could he not? She's gorgeous, she's stunning!

God, my life's a mess . . . And it doesn't help that I'm half awake, either. Maybe some coffee . . .

With steaming coffe in mind, I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I glanced out the front windows, but something else caught my attention.

Alex. On the couch, fast asleep.

What the hell?

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(Ayden's POV)

I woke up, took a shower in the bathroom Winston and I share, and threw on jeans and a green tee.

I love being a guy, everything's so simple.

Closing my door and making my way to the stairs, something stopped me in my tracks.

"Claire, what are you doing?" I asked quietly. Though, I knew exactly what she was doing. The better question is, why?

"Could you do me a favor?" She asked, throwing on last item of clothing into her duffel. "And go get Sam? I don't know where she is, but we'll be leaving now."

"Uh, alright?" I cocked my head to the side in confusion, leaning against her door frame. "May I ask why?"

"Well, it's quite clear both of your brothers hate me. You might too, after Oliver tells you, because I know he will-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Tells me what?" I asked her, hoping she wasn't a prostitute, or pregnant, or anything. She's so much better than that. I just hope she-

My thoughts were cut off when she said, "Oliver found me in Alex's room this morning." My jaw dropped so far and so fast it hurt! "I woke up in Alex's bed, and worst part is, I have NO idea how I got there."

She collapsed on her head, burying her face the a random pair of jeans.

"I don't know what to do!" I heard her cute, muffled voice say. Her shoulders moved in sharp, jerking motions before I realized-

"A-are you crying, Claire?" I asked her, sitting on her bed and rubbing her back.

"No." She lied, lifting her head up and smiling.

I wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. "Which one of them are you crying over?"

"Alex." She answered emmediately. "One second, I'm kissing him on the front porch. Next, he's acting like nothing happened. Then he held my hand the whole time we watched Inception, I wake up in his bed, and he's no where to be found."

I tried to consume all this information rationally. I'm gonna kick the shit outta Alex when I see him . . .

"Gahh! What am I gonna do?!" She asked me, putting her face in her hands.

"First, stay." She looked up at me with a 'like that's gonna happen' face. "And you're gonna ask Alex how you got in his bed. Obviously he knows since it was, you know, his bed and all . . ."

Damn, I give good advice! I could be like . . .  A white, male version of Oprah or something.

"Until then," I continued, turning and beginning to walk down the stairs. "Unpack your stuff, and just chill out. You'll always have Winston and I to back you up."

(Winston's POV)

"She killed herself? For no specific reason?" Samantha asked me, her eyes wide. "Why in hell would she do that?"

"Yeah, but it was a bunch of separate reasons all mashed together. They were all linked somehow." We were currently talking about 13 Reasons Why, a book I was trying to convince her to read.

"Pretty intense. . ." She said, looking down at the expensive looking watch on her wrist. "Well, I gotta get back to the country club. Supposed to have brunch with Mrs. Stevenson and her sons. Tell Claire I'll call her later!"

With that, she walked out my bedroom door and made her way to that car of hers.

Let's go see what kind of drama Claire has in store for me today . . .

I ran down the stairs, heading to the kitchen but stopping at the door that lead from the hallway to the living room, which is where Oliver, Alex and Ayden were standing. Things don't look good. . .

"You asshole!" Oliver screamed, getting in Alex's personal bubble BIG TIME.

Just what I love to wake up to . . .

"How am I the asshole?" Alex asked him incrediously.

Ayden grabbed Alex by the front of his shirt and pushed him forcefully against the wall. "You made her CRY man."

We all went somber, and the room was quiet.

I heard Claire walking down the stairs. We all turned, to see her wiping her eyes. She looked up at us, smiling. "Who wants a late breakfast?"