*Kylie*
"I can stay if you want me to," Bryan said. The hideout was big enough to keep three boys comfortable and small enough so it wouldn't draw attention. I'm sure I'd be okay staying here for a little while and he promised him and the boys would drop by everyday. Jess promised as well and seeing that I needed her clothes, she had to come anyway.
I didn't tell my parents where I was going and they didn't really care. My mom told me to stay safe and my dad just glared at me. Then they went back to sucking each other's faces off without sparing me a second glance. I didn't mind it that much. At least I could do what I wanted, even if I was only sixteen.
"Only stay if you absolutely can," I said. I knew Bryan was busy trying to figure out who hurt Colton and how Veronica knew Aaron. I didn't want him to keep worrying about me. But, to be completely honest, I was wondering the same. He told me it could be revenge for the prank I pulled on her, but I think that's a little extreme. She put spoiled milk in my locker for Christ's sake.
He plops down on the couch rubbing in between his eyes. "I'm gonna call Veronica and see why she's doing this," He says pulling out his phone, "And don't talk."
I roll my eyes getting up and walking to the kitchen. What type of snacks do they keep in here? I hear Bryan start talking when I open the cabinet with all of the beautiful snacks. There's cookies, chips, popcorn, and many other unhealthy things to keep me company. I picked a bag of mini Oreos and a mug of milk.
"Veronica, how the hell do you know Aaron?" Bryan demands. I find myself sitting back on the couch, eating quickly.
"That's none of your business. Why the hell are you hanging out with that slut?! What does Kylie have that I don't?" Veronica shouts over the phone making me grimace. I feel myself getting angry and I stuff more Oreos into my mouth to keep myself from making some not so nice comments.
"She isn't clingy and I can actually listen to her talk without wanting to blow my brains out," Bryan said. He rolls his eyes and steals some Oreos from the bag, making me glare at him. A glass breaks in the background of the call, making me giggle. She's batshit crazy.
"Screw you guys!! I'm gonna make sure you both remember my name!!"
"I know you remember mine," Bryan says with a smirk. Another glass breaks and the call ends.
"You sure know how to pick em," I laugh. He flips me the bird and dials another number.
"Who you calling now?" I ask confused. He mouths Aaron and I get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something about him freaked me out.
Sensing my uneasiness, Bryan says, "These guys get off on fucking with people so don't show any signs of fear."
I nod rapidly. I knew what a sadist was, I just didn't think I'd ever come in contact with one. I pushed the thoughts away and listened in on the conversation.
"I knew you'd call. How's Kylie? She off her high horse yet?" Aaron says. High horse? What did Veronica tell him?
"Kylie is none of your business. I called to talk about Colton and what you did," Bryan snapped. I thought he looked angry before but now I see someone completely different. He's protecting his brothers and that's someone I can respect.
When I met Jesse I had to protect her from the older kids. Even though I'd get beat up by them too, I wouldn't let them touch Jesse. She's my sister and I'd kill for her.
"That was just a little something to fuck with Asher," He says casually, "I wanted to see him knocked down a couple of pegs. Oh and tell Kylie to watch out because me and Veronica are just getting started."
A/N: Sorry for a really short chapter after a long wait but I was actually busy
I'm gonna try to get another chapter up in the next two weeks but I'm sick and have some writers block
I don't want the chapters to sound forced
So bye 👋🏽
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Teen FictionMeet Kylie Richards, 16 year girl who is neither nerd nor popular. Everyone just kind of knows her except Bryan Trace, total ass who doesn't care about anyone or anything. What happens when the bad boy meets the not so good girl? *Rated M *I don't h...