Little Do You Know - Dylan O'Brien

Pizza and Picnics {Chapter Eleven}

this chapters song : Rixton - Me and My Broken Heart

word count : 1961

About halfway through the movie, my boyfriend calls me. I excuse myself before answering the call in the kitchen.

"What the fuck are you doing right now?!" He yells the moment I answer.

"What are you talking about...?" I whimper.

"You're not answering Alaina's or my texts! I want your location, now!"

"Babe, I just didn't see the texts, why are you so worried?!"

"Because, you're 1,500 miles away, surrounded by 40 guys, and you obviously haven't told anyone about me because the new outlets are blowing up about the 'hot single new girl' on teen wolf!"

"I really don't -"

"Where are you?!" He screams. I couldn't gather any words. I couldn't lie, but he wouldn't understand that Dylan and I were just friends. Dylan comes in the kitchen, poking his head through the doorway.

"Everything okay?" He asks.

"Who the fuck is that!?" My boyfriend yells at me.

"I-It's Dylan, one of my coworkers..." I say, softly, trying to calm him down.

"Dylan! Oh and I'm just supposed to believe that he's over for a cup of tea?! Whys he in your apartment?!"

"He's not in my apartment, baby..."

"Then where. The fuck. Are you?!"

"Stop yelling at me, I haven't done anything wrong!" I say, feeling tears burn my eyes.

"Rachel, what's going on?" Dylan asks.

"Answer my question, you two timing bitch!"

"I'm not cheating, I swear!"

"Rachel, want me to talk to him? It's your boyfriend, right?" Dylan asks gently. James, my boyfriend, continues to scream at me. I know I'm going to start crying from the words he was yelling, but I also didn't want to do that in front of Dylan. I bring the phone away from my ear.

"I- I got to go, Dyl..." I say, grabbing my purse, and making a b-line for the door. He tries to stop me, but I'm in my car before he can registrar the front door closing. I sync my phone the speaker in my car, driving home as I let my tears fall.

"James, I swear I wasn't doing anything!" I cried.

"How am I supposed to believe that?! You're a fucking slut, you know that, Rachel?!"

"I wasn't doing anything! Baby, I've never done anything with anyone else but you! Never!"

"Sure! Let me guess, you were at Dylan's weren't you?!"

"Yes, yes I was! We were running lines! Posey was in the other room!" I say. The little lie wouldn't hurt. I couldn't lose James.

"Who in the fuck is Posey?"

"Tyler Posey, another coworker!"

"Rachel! I'm coming down there, tomorrow. If I think anything the slightest bit off, we're over!" He yells. Then the line cuts off. I feel my tears overflow as I sob. I couldn't lose James. I couldn't.

I eventually get home, and I make my way up to my room. I sob into my pillow. My phone continues to ring with calls from Dylan. I know James would somehow dig and find something, and I know I'd lose him. I feel the room start to spin and I know I'm having a panic attack.