Right As Rain (Complete)

Chapter 20

Jessica!

I was convinced. Dinner with Anna had convinced me Hudson might actually be perfect for my best friend. He and I have been friends for about six years now. We hang out in the same groups, attend the same parties, and obviously eat at the same restaurants. I've seen him do a lot of questionable things in our friendship, but I've never seen him like this. I've never seen him so focused on a person. Apparently neither has Anna. Even she can see a change in her son.

He likes Maelee. Like, he really likes Maelee.

At least I thought he did.

Imagine my surprise when I found the fucktard pressed against the wall with another girl. He announced his whore's identity before I had the chance to punch him in the jaw. I didn't recognize her with her new tits, nose, and hair color. Her name alone makes my blood boil.

Susan Oliver. The spoiled, useless, loud-mouthed, daughter of Marcus Oliver, tabloid tycoon extraordinaire. Her 'dear daddy' owns everything from the second largest entertainment television network to the magazine claiming Elvis is alive and well. How lucky are we that he gave her her own website?

She preys on actors, models, athletes, and musicians for stories. The more respected they become, the more she wants to ruin them.

Susan is responsible for my most recent scandal. It sucked, that's for damn sure. Her website released a set of photos I sent to an old boyfriend. After her post, the trash spread like wild fire. I don't know the going rate for a naked shot of Jessica Lawson, but it must be a lot. She got pictures and my ex got a Porsche.

I hope they both get chlamydia.

I guess being a slut works in her favor. She always gets 'the' story by using sex as a bargaining chip. It sucks Hudson is caught in her talons, but that's the price he pays for being a horny snake. He's such an idiot: another day, another pussy.

In Noah's room I claim my normal chair. Two days in and this shitty leather, couch-recliner, thing has conformed itself to my ass. I take off my shoes and pull up my blanket. Earlier they said 'we' were staying up tonight. It was more about aggravating Maelee than doing whatever it is they do, so I was game. I'm not sure what the plan is now that Hudson brought his skanky ass fucktoy here.

So much for a fun all nighter. I'll be damned if Maelee comes in here with Susan around. The last thing she needs is to become a pawn in one of the wicked witch's sick twisted games.

Noah shrugs a simple 'okay' when I ask how he's doing and then looks towards Susan and Hudson on the couch. Even if he were dying right now, he couldn't say it. With her here, everything we say or do will be held against us. Noah needs our support and Hudson is more worried about his own dick. Some friend. Fucking ass.

Other than Susan's idiotic questions and Hudson's one-word answers, no one says much of anything for almost an hour. We only share cryptic glances.

Susan looks at Hudson with a disgusting sexual invitation. He looks back at her with annoyance...

I look at Noah, telling him I'm going to kill Hudson. He looks back with confusion...

Hudson then looks at Noah with pain and Noah returns a look of pity...

When Hudson looks at me, I glare at him for looking at me at all.

When Susan runs her hand down Hudson's chest for the millionth time, I shift my glare to Noah. He widens his eyes in some sort of light-bulb moment and shakes his head quickly before nodding to the pair and mouthing to me a 'no'.