Define Bryce Pendleton

Chapter Seven

Sorry it took a while our internet got cut off for some reason.

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We are now in Bryce’s little hiding place, his old tree house located up a big oak tree in the middle of her grandmother’s apple farm. It was a half hour drive from our house. We arrived there a few minutes after sun set. It was awfully dark at the apple farm during night time so we kind of stayed inside the tree house where it was safe and has bright lights. The care taker of the farm named Peter said that he will fetch us an hour later because he is going to close the farm gates by that time.

An hour, it will really feel like a year. When you’re in love an hour is like a minute when you two are together but when you hate the person you are with, it will feel like a year.

I knew that Bryce chose this place so I could not walk out on him because I was really scared of the dark when I'm in some place like this. It reminded me of Slenderman.

“So are you going to talk now?” I asked him as we both sat on the wooden floor staring at each other. He has been awfully quiet, in the whole drive, after he stated that he was jealous. I had nothing to say to that anyway because I really didn’t care. That was not my problem for he was not my boyfriend.

“Ask a question and I will answer,” he said.

“What happened last night?” I asked him.

“You got drunk and danced like a stripper on a tall lamp while grinding your butt on Baelfire’s crotch,” he said with his eyes staring at me without a hint of any lie.

I stared at him with my jaw hanging. “Okay I didn’t know I had sick dance moves.” Deep inside, I was so dying of embarrassment. I’m pretty sure many people saw that. I really do hope no one have taken a video of that and post it on YouTube.

“I’m not finished Alyson,” he said.

“Okay what other shameful acts of mine are you going to spill?” I asked with my heart beating fast afraid that there might be something worse than me grinding my butt on Baelfire’s crotch.

“Then you fell on the floor and pulled Baelfire with you and then you kissed him,” my eyes widened with disbelief, “he was trying to pull away as you scream at him to act like a man and call him gay boy.” My eyes widened a little more and my jaw wanted to drop on the floor.

Actually with me calling Baelfire ‘gay boy’ I was surprised that I was still living and not strangled to death by him. “I kissed Baelfire?”

“Yes,” he sighed.

“Wait you saw all that and didn’t do a thing?”

“I didn’t see anything it was what I had heard in the whole cafeteria. I came late at the party because I was drinking with some friends at a bar before I got there.” I covered my face as it flashed red because of embarrassment. Everyone was talking about it! I can die right now?

“Are there poisoned apples here that will make you fall asleep? I really need a bite of those.” I said seriously.

“You read too much fairytales Alyson,” he sighed, “Anyway I arrived at the scene with you…”

Suddenly it came to me. I remembered what happened.

The alcohol was taking over my senses it was in control of my mind and my body. Baelfire carried me and dropped me on the couch. “Gay boy kiss me!” I commanded Baelfire. “Call me ‘gay boy’ one more time and I will fuck you here in front of everyone,” he snapped really pissed and glared at me. “Just kiss me damn it!” I demanded and pulled him near to me. He whispered, “I thought we were just going to do this when Bryce is around?” “Who’s Bryce?” I asked laughing. “Geez, I will never let you drink again. You’re like a kissing monster and a stupid bimbo,” he retorted. “Hey don’t call me bimbo, I was just fooling around to make you a—“ he covered my mouth and glared at me knowing how my statement is going to end. “I should’ve never told you my secret,” he sighed.