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Chapter eleven

Stacey Jensen

My eyes feel heavy from lack of sleep and the constant nausea is making things worse. I'm over at Ryan's house today is the last of the long weekend. Tomorrow it's back to school. We came home yesterday from Camps Bay. Our brief vacation was cut short because Chelsea refused to go home. After Ephraim had ordered her to leave his house. She had threatened to go to the police and report underage drinking and the use of illegal drugs. Ephraim had no choice but to let her stay because he and most of the guys was high from smoking marijuana. I can not believe that she would go and seduce my boyfriend after her and Arat's short verbal fight. When she had fled the kitchen her face was covered in Arat's spit. I had thought that she was going to lick her wounds of being humiliated and hide out in her room. The news was traveling fast after Ryan had tossed her naked ass out into the hallway. Bedroom doors had opened and the occupants had witnessed Chelsea's embarrassing moment. I wanted to scratch her eyes out for propositioning my boyfriend. I hate the bitch even more now.

Claire her ex-friend was only too happy to tell the story of how pathetic Chelsea looked naked and sprawled out on the floor. I guess using your friends as a form of a human shield was the last straw for Claire. And then she took it a notch further when pictures of Chelsea eating meat, burgers, and torturing her beloved cat were sent to our phones. Chelsea had claimed to be a vegetarian and everyone know she volunteers at Sweet Valley's animal shelter. And she organizes protest parades against people who are cruel to animals. The pictures send to us tell a different story.

"Stacey darling are you okay?" I jump in my seat where I am sitting at the kitchen table. Mrs. Kavanaugh's voice brings me back to the present. "Yes, Mrs. Kavanaugh" is my instant reply. I am lying through my teeth. I am far from okay. "I would prefer you call me mom or Karin. This Mrs. Kavanaughs business is too formal" She gripes good-heartedly. I nod my head "Okay mom?" I say more like a question. It feels weird calling her mom. But by their pleased expression, it seems that she is extremely happy. "Good girl you're a fast learner" she teases and I smile in return. "Are you sure I can't make you a quick lunch?" She offers again but this time it sounds like she is begging. Ryan comes strolling into the kitchen at the same time and looks freshly showered. He is wearing a tight black long-sleeve Henley, black jeans, and black biker boots. A pair of sunglasses tucked into the V of his sweater. My breath gets caught in my throat at just the mere sight of him. He set my pulse racing and my heart beating rapidly fast whenever he is in the room. No matter how angry I am at him. Like now I'm stewing. I can't express my emotions not with his mother in the kitchen. "Mom I told you we going out to lunch" Ryan answers for me. I shoot him a glare when his mother isn't looking. "Okay sweetheart," she says and looks at me. "Are you sure that you're okay?" I nod my head ignoring the what the fuck stare Ryan is aiming at me. "Yes mom I'm fine" and the surprise on Ryan's face is priceless at my admission.

Ryan Kavanaugh

"I hate you!" Stacey screams in my face. Each word is spoken with so much venom I can feel it running through my veins. It hurts that the only girl I will ever love could say these words to me. "You come to my house and drag me out of bed and drove me to your house. I was still sleeping!" She shrieks arms flailing like a crazy person. I drove us to Clifton beach secret sunset rock. After we had lunch in Century City. It's a twenty-minute drive on the M6 and N1. I forgot about the bushes and the rocks that we had to stomp through to get to sunset rock. Stacey was huffing and puffing and yelling at me for bringing her here. "Just so you could stand and watch me make an appointment to have our baby killed!" She cries out loud. Luckily there is no one around. "What are you saying?" I bark stepping into her space. She doesn't even flinch at my tone.

"I'm saying that you don't trust me to do things on my own!" She fires back. I snort and laugh without humor. "I don't trust you?" I say incredulously. "That's what I fucking said" she spat hands on her hips. I grab her by the ponytail and tip her head to the back. "You're the only person who trusted and had told me about my deepest darkest secrets. The only girl I let into my life, heart, and house. And allow into my room and sleep in my bed. I've had flings before you and none of those girls saw the inside of my bedroom or knew intimate details of my life except seeing my dick. My mouth never went anywhere near any part of their bodies including their mouths. Now tell me again about trust!" I challenge and she has the grace to look ashamed but doesn't let go of her stubborn streak.