A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

Uninvited Guest

Ian's P.O.V

I wanted to stop her, I really did but I knew I couldn't. Carrie had gone too far and if life had taught me anything, it taught me that me stopping Bree would automatically register as me siding with Carrie and that was not a mistake I would readily make. Carrie had been a glimmer of a friend to me for a long time but she had crossed the line and now she had to pay for her own mistakes. I doubt there was a person alive that could shield her from Bree's vengeance now.

I knew what Brad meant to Bree, I'd seen how absorbed she became when he came around. He was a big part of her world so much that whenever he appeared she would become a person I didn't know. She became a shy, overly affectionate little sister who couldn't wait to be coddled by her doting big brother. Carrie took that away from her on her birthday, on their birthday. I didn't want to watch Bree transform into the cruel figure I saw before my eyes but I still couldn't look away. She intrigued me, I knew she could be dangerous but the lethal precision with which she incapacitated was impressive. Just like that time she'd beaten Amber, Emma and Jessica in the cafeteria she was an unstoppable force.

When I was sure that Carrie had had enough I decided to stop Bree. She didn't put up much resistance rather she just disappeared into the house which worried me. I figured that I'd give her some time to cool off before I went after her. So I decided to get rid of the masses and close down the party. It was hardly fair that everyone else got to enjoy my girlfriend's party when she was devastated. I walked over to the dj and took the microphone.

"In light of the events orchestrated by the lovely Carrie Riverdale, I'm sure that most of you can more or less guess that the party is over. Please clear the premises in an orderly fashion and feel free to step on the villain on the way out," I announced before pulling the plug on the sound system.

There was a series of unsatisfied complaints but they started to clear out anyway. Bree's friends and cousins rushed to me throwing a million questions in my direction but I sent them off with the promise that it would be better to leave her be. I assured them that I would handled the situation. Knowing Bree, she wouldn't want anyone to worry let alone question her or pester her while she was in that state. When I was sure everyone was gone, I made my way up to Bree's bedroom but when I stepped inside I found her with Summer much to my surprise.

Neither of them seemed to notice my arrival as they continued whatever silent argument they were having but from the looks of it Bree was not pleased. Hell that was an understatement; Bree was livid. I had never ever seen or heard her utter a bad word about Summer in our time together let alone look at her as though she was about to murder the damn girl. I strode over to them quickly before more carnage could be lain.

"Bree!" I called as I walked past Summer.

Bree didn't so much as glance in my direction as she strode past me and chucked Summer roughly in the chest.

"This is your last warning! Get your rotten, conniving ass out of my house!"

"I'll make this right Bree! I swear," she said through her tears before leaving the room.

Bree walked behind her and slammed the door shut with excess force before turning and walking towards the bathroom. She was a mess. Her eyes were already swollen and bloodshot and her hair was damp. There were red welts on her arms; a telltale that she had been digging her fingernails into her arms. I spotted her phone on the floor next to her bed as I rushed to her side pulling her to a stop. She tried to shake me off but I kept a firm grip on her arm.

"Bree," I said softly.

"I'm fine," she snapped looking away from me towards the bathroom.

"You're not fine babe," I replied grabbing her chin gently and lifted it so I could see her eyes.