Isn't It Ironic?

Chapter 9

Braelyn's POV

"So do you want to go?" Matt asks, taking a bite from his sandwich.

"Where is it again?"

"Remember where I first met you? It's just through the woods."

"Hell, why not. I'm gonna go get ready."

"Alright, babe."

I walk into my room and slip off my shorts and tanktop. I pick out a pair of jean shorts, a navy blue tanktop and a thin black cardigan.

"Woah. You wearing that?" Matt asks from the doorway. He smirks as his eyes take in my body.

"Yep, I am. Of course, under clothing."

"That's too bad."

"You want others looking at me in this? Cause if so I don't mind wearing it."

"Fuck no. Cover it up."

"That's what I thought." I pull on the clothes that I picked out. "Are you ready to go?"

Matt nods. "I'll drive."

"Sure." I put my hand in his and we walk to the car. "What do you guys do at one of your parties?"

Matt shrugs and starts up the car. "Hang out. Some drink, some smoke, some don't do anything."

"Okay."

After a moment of silence, Matt speaks up. "Hey Brae, can I ask you a serious question?"

"Course you can, babe."

"Well..it's been a while since we met. You know that."

"I do."

"So you remember the night we met?" I nod and he continues. "Well we both know what I was doing in the woods that night. But..what were you doing?"

"Oh. Well. Uhh..it's kind of a long story."

"Well, tell the short version I guess."

"Alright." I take a deep breath. "It's really...well...you know that I'm alone at the house, besides Allie and Luke. But either way, it's my house. I don't work much and I have to pay for food and taxes and stuff somehow...I was getting desperate and, well, I broke into my office and snagged some stuff. Please, please don't tell."

"Why didn't you tell me, Brae? I have plenty of money, I could help you out."

"We had just met, Matt. I wasn't gonna ask you for money. But don't worry, Allie has gotten a job now and she buys groceries every week whilst I take care of the house and taxes. We've got it figured out now."

"Seriously though, hon. If you're ever in trouble like that, you've got to let me know. I can, and I want to, help you."

"I know. But think about it, we never would have met."

"That's true. Speaking of, we're here." Matt pulls down a long, dirt driveway.

"How many people are you expecting to be here?"

"Uhh, probably 30 or 40."

"Dang Matt, that's a lot."

"I know, but don't worry. We'll be together."

"Alright, babe."

Matt gets out of the car, then opens the door for me. I slip my hand into his and we walk up the driveway. There's a nice house that is covered in windows and a huge back yard with a pool. "Who's house is this, Matt?"

"I'll introduce you to him."

We walk into the house and a bunch of people turn and yell Matt's name. "Guess you're pretty popular here, huh?"