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House Of Memories

Aurora's POV:

"How can I prove to you that I'm not cheating, Brendon?!", I shouted, throwing my hands in the air.

"I don't know. Maybe try getting Dallon's fucking dick out of your mouth?!", Brendon spat, a look of disgust spreading across his face.

I gasped, in shock and anger. Why are guys so graphic? But Brendon just rolls his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize going out for coffee to plan for your boyfriend's birthday was the equivalent to giving your boyfriend's best friend a blowjob!", I fired back, turning away from him and beginning to jog up the long stairway.

"You're not getting away with this one!", He assured, hot on my tracks.

Each step he took showed the little mercy or consideration he had for me at this moment. He will try to make me regret what I did. He will try to make me believe I am wrong. Our lives have become so predictable now, and I'm finally not letting in.

"Getting away with what?!", I say, reaching the top of the stairs and coming to a cold stop.

I turn back around to face him, once again. A look of unsureness spreads across his face. I have never done this before.

Because of the speed he was at, he was barely able to manage stoping himself inches away from me. The simplicity of grabbing his face and pushing our lips together is everything but simple as the fumes of anger protrude from his veins, now more visible than ever due to how he's clenching his arms.

"Well, if I must go over it again...", Brendon huffs, aggressively shoving a hand in his hair.
"You going to 'the coffee shop' with Dallon, and doing God knows what!" For emphasis he even put finger quotes around "the coffee shop".

"Exactly! And that's my point!", I yell, spinning myself around, continuing to our bedroom at a slower pace, assuming Brendon would follow along.

And like the persistent bastard he is, he doesn't disappoint my expectations as the patter of his feet doesn't halt it's pattern all the way to our bedroom.

"You don't know what happened there! So why can't you trust me?!", I ask, finally entering the bedroom and turning back around to face him. "First Spencer, now Dallon?"

He raises himself somehow and I can tell he's going to shout. It's that thing guys to do intimidate each other. Similar to what people say to do when you see a black bear; make yourself look bigger. And by god, he thinks he's scaring me.

"How is that bad on my side?! That just proves how much of a damn whore you are! Slipping off to fuck Spencer, then going off with Dallon. Fuck, Aurora! Who's next? Kenny? Dan? Fucking Ryan?", He yelled, his hands shooting into the air between us.

"Well, who's to say you're not fucking them? Huh?", I counter. "Who's to say you and Ryan haven't been hooking up these past years? Or what about you and Dallon?"

But, accidentally (I'm guessing), Brendon let's a nervous glance shock his expression before covering it by that dull masculine one I wish would leave me the fuck alone. I wish I was talking to sweet Brendon, not this artificial, cocky, arrogant idiot.

"Cause they're my friends!", He defends, foolishly.

I say foolishly because it wasn't really much of an argument, especially because of the way he said it; lacking confidence. I mean, I can see through Brendon, but that was just obvious to tell. I almost beat him.

He almost let me.

"Well, they're mine too!", I prove.

"They were mine first!", He says, childishly (foolishly).