Saved by Kylie

18.) Chyna Trouble

Sarah's POV

I woke up in Caitlyn's driveway. Kendall was shaking my arm.
"I'm up," I whined. I opened the car door and got out. Sophia handed me my overnight bag.
"We're taking a nap," Sophia demanded.
"Definitely," I agreed. Kendall laughed at us and ran up go Rob.
"Robbie! I missed you!" She squealed, running into his arms.
"Uh hey. Before you girls go inside, I need to talk to you," he looked at the door, "Chyna's here."
"What?!" Kendall and I shouted.
"Yeah. So shut up and deal with it," he said. I rolled my eyes and walked to Cait's door.
"Smile. Breathe in Jesus, exhale peace," Sophia reminded. I smiled slightly, and opened the door.

"Hey, Sarah! Who's your new friend?" Cait asked, hugging me.
"This is Sophia. Sophia that's Caitlyn and that's Chyna," I said. I made sure my voice sounded disgusting when I said Chyna's name. Ever since she called Kylie a fucking bitch to paparazzi, I've really hated her.

"Hi Sarah, it's nice to see you too," Chyna smiled. I rolled my eyes.
"How's the pregnancy?" I asked.
"Painful, the baby kicks my rib cage," she explained.
"Awe, sucks. Anyway, Sophia and I are taking a nap in the guest room. Is it okay if we spend the night? Kylie or T can pick us up in the morning," I said.
"Sure, I love when my babies come over!" She smiled, "what do you want for lunch when you wake up?" She asked. I looked over at Sophia.
"Grilled cheese and tomato soup," Sophia said.
"I don't like that," Chyna piped in.
"Then go somewhere else," I said.
"Hey!" Caitlyn exclaimed, "Chyna I'll make you something else."
Sophia and I went to Caitlyn's spare room, leaving the door open for the KUWTK crew to come in too.

"You're really mean to Chyna," Sophia laughed.
"Yeah, oh well. She called Kylie a fucking bitch in front of the paps. It was all over the Internet. Kylie hasn't said one mean thing about her in an interview or anything. It just pisses me off, and Rob doesn't have a problem with it," I said, annoyed.
"That's so fucked up," she agreed. As soon as we hit the pillow, we were out.

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"Let's go for a drive. I'll show you what to do," Caitlyn offered.
"No, there's too much paparazzi. Maybe later tonight," I said, biting into my grilled cheese. Kendall was eating a granola bar. Chyna and Rob were sitting across from us.
"I'll teach you how to drive," Chyna said.
"No, Kylie said only her, T, or Khloé."
"That's not fair. Kylie can't drive!" Kendall exclaimed.
"But Kylie didn't have to take her test two times," Rob reminded.
"Oh whatever," she laughed.

Throughout the night, we played different board games and ate a lot of junk food. Chyna was the first one to crash.

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Kylie came to pick Sophia and I up at 8am. She was wearing grey cotton shorts and a black T shirt. She wasn't wearing any makeup and she had bags under her eyes. She looked rough.

Caitlyn made all of us scrambled eggs and toast with avocado on it. Kylie wasn't speaking to anyone. I don't even think she brushed her teeth this morning. Rob and Chyna were in the livingroom, since her and Kylie haven't become friends yet, and I don't think they will anytime soon.
"Is something wrong?" Kendall whispered. Sophia and I just finished our food. Kylie shook her head.
"We'll be back out with our stuff," I said, excusing us from the awkward scene.

"What was that about?" Sophia asked, grabbing her clothes off the bed.
"No idea. Something's wrong though," I sighed. I grabbed my makeup and put it in my bag.

Kylie pulled out of Sophia's driveway and started driving home.
"What's wrong?" I asked. She looked at me, then back at the road. She hit her hand off the steering wheel.
"T and I broke up last night," she whimpered. She wiped her tears away and continued driving.
"Why?" I asked. They were fine, everything was great. They moved in together.
"I don't know. We had a fight and I just couldn't handle it and-"
"If you have a fight, you solve it. You don't break up because there's a little bump in the road. You go through it and get passed it! If you couldn't handle it, you sleep in a different bed for the night," I said. She was silent for a few minutes.
"I guess you're right," she sighed.

We got out of the car and went inside. T was holding King and making lunch for him.
"Hi King!" I smiled, grabbing a water out of the fridge.
"Sarah!" He squealed. I took him out of T's arms and went in the living room with him. I hope Kylie and T talk now.
"Where's your firetrucks?" I asked, looking on the floor. He smiled and grabbed the toy from under the couch.

King and I walked back out to the kitchen. Kylie and T obviously made up, they were making out.
"Ew, oh my god," I said, turning red.
"Oh shut up," Kylie laughed.
"You two are so dramatic. When you have a fight you solve it, you don't break up. Geez, even I know that," I lectured.
"Where's Dylan?" T asked. My whole body went numb. Dylan rejected me.
"Screw you," I said, walking to my room.

"Screw you!" King repeated. I laughed.
"King, you can't say that! That's not nice!" I laughed. King was sitting on my bed, playing with my iPad.
"But you said it to daddy!" He shouted.
"I know, but I shouldn't have. You shouldn't say it either," I said.

"Sarah, do you have homework?" Kylie asked, walking in my room.
"No," I replied.
"Okay, well you should take a shower and pick out an outfit for school tomorrow," she said.
"Okay. Take King and I'll jump in the shower," I said. Kylie took King's hand and closed my door.

I shuffled my music on my iPhone and took my pajamas in my bathroom. After I showered, I lotions my body and put on my pajamas. I went to my closet and picked out a tight, grey long sleeved shirt. I'm matching it with dark skinny jeans and a pair of white Yeezy's.

I went downstairs and made a cup of hot tea.
"Hey, I'm sorry about bringing up Dylan. I should be more respectful of your feelings," T said, apologetically.
"It's fine, whatever," I said. I took a small drink of my tea and sat on the couch.
"No I'm serious. I shouldn't have said that," he continued.
"Let's just drop it. I'm going to bed after I finish this," I said.
"Okay, goodnight." T went upstairs and closed the door.

I called Dylan and asked him to come over. I then called the guards at the gate to tell them to let him in.

I opened the door and let Dylan inside. I was on the couch and he sat beside me.
"So... what's up?" He asked.
"I've been thinking a lot about Thailand and what you said at lunch. And I'm sorry for everything that happened. None of it was your fault, I just wasn't thinking. You didn't use me. I've never been in a relationship before so I don't really know how or what I'm doing. All I know is, is that I'm so sorry," I said.
"I know, and I'm stupid for telling you that it was over. I don't want it to be over, I want you," he whispered. He kissed me slowly.
"Okay, so we're good?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.
"Go, before T or Kylie wake up," I smiled. He kissed me again and walked to his car. I went upstairs and jumped into bed.