Unfaithful

Childish Games

I am soooo sorry that it has been forever since I've updated either story. I'm updating this one first because it has less chapters and quite frankly I'm stuck in a rut with my other story. If you have any suggestions please let me know :) I'm sorry this is a short chapter. I have to update using my phone and it's a pain. Any who... Enjoy <3

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Brielle sat across from Zack the next morning as he ate breakfast. She watched him, she couldn't believe that he hadn't apologized for last night. Zack's green eyes finally met Brielle's hazel. He finished his cereal.

"What?", Zack questioned with a bit of annoyance. He got up and put his dishes in the sink and washed them.

"Nothing.", Brielle said and went upstairs to get ready for her daily run. She put her hair in a pony tail and got changed into her workout clothes. Zack sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You're not going to say anything about last night?", Brielle said coming out of the bathroom and putting her clothes into the hamper.

Zack sighed heavily.

"What do you want me to say? I got drunk. I've been drunk around you plenty of times before. Last night was no exception.", Zack explained.

"It was my birthday, Zack. It's not even about you getting drunk. It's about picking me up late for dinner. It's about you spending the day at a photo shoot, when it would've been nice to spend the day with my boyfriend.", Brielle explained.

"It's my clothing line Brie. I have to be there to make sure things run smoothly.", Zack said in his defense.

"I understand that Zack. I really do and I understand that there are some days when you'll have to spend your time there and not here with me but it was my birthday. Then when I finally see you, you get completely shit faced. I had to spend the night with Brian instead of you.", Briley said sitting next to Zack.

Zack got up and went into the closet and started picking out an outfit. He acted as if Brielle hadn't just said anything. He got dressed and came out of the closet.

"It's good to know that you are so close with my best friends.", Zack said bitterly. Brielle had always thought that Brian was cute, hell she thought that he was gorgeous. She always talked to him whenever she needed someone to talk to and he listened. Zack knew that Brielle had a crush on Brian and he didn't like it. Even if Brian was married and it was his best friend.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? I just told you how I felt and all you got out of it was that I hung out with Brian all night?", Brielle questioned.

"Well he does have a thing for you and I know how much you like him. Why do you need me if you're going to spend more time with Syn Gates then you're boyfriend?", Zack asked.

"I'm done with this conversation.", Brielle said leaving the bedroom and headed back downstairs.

"Well I'm not. You started this now finish it.", Zack said as he followed Brielle into the kitchen.

"Fine. If you have such a problem with me hanging out with your best friend then just tell me. Don't act like a dick. You have some nerve to act like the victim in this situation. I only hung out with Brian because you were too drunk to even stand up by yourself.", Brielle said starting to raise her voice a little.

Zack just scoffed.

"Why can't you just act like a damn adult? Stop being childish. I'm with you because I want to be with you. Brian is married. Do I think he's good looking? Yes, but so are the other guys. You need to stop being insecure especially when it comes to your best friends. I don't want them. I want you.", Brielle said and left the house.

She ran longer and farther than she normally does. Why was Zack acting like this? He had never had a problem with Brielle hanging out with Brian before.

A car honking at her brought Brielle back to earth. She turned around and saw a black SUV following her. As the car started to approach her, she realized that it was Michelle. Brielle stopped, as did Michelle. She rolled down the window, she looked like she had been crying.

"Chelle? What's wrong?", Brielle questioned.

"Can we talk?", Michelle said, wiping a few tears that fell down her face.

"Sure.", Brielle said.

"Get in. We have to meet Val.", Michelle said and rolled up her window.

Brielle got into the car and Michelle continued to drive. The ride was long, quiet, and awkward.

What is going on? Brielle thought.