The day went slow after the incident in the parking lot. I helped Jake to his classes and earned some dirty look from girls who want him. I don't care. They can have him. I can't believe I used to like Jake. He's like a brother to me. At the end of the day, I came home and Jake did too. We said bye to each other and now here I am, laying on my bed with Boe.
A couple of days passed like this. Leslie and Rae haven't caused anymore drama and I walk Jake to his classes still. Scott and I call every night. I makes me feel better because I know he's there. I fall asleep on the phone and so does he, so we hang up in the mornings.
I'm laying in bed, waiting for Scott to call me but I never get one. I should try calling him. Maybe he's waiting for me to call? I grab my phone and type in the password. When I hit call, it rang a couple times, then ended. What the hell? That means his ended the call on me. I try again and get the same response. I send him a message.
Me: hey, you okay?
He got it, he seen it, and he ignored it. I roll over and force myself to sleep. I don't know how long I was out but I woke up to something rustling in my room. I sit up and see Boe laying on the end of my bed asleep. I look around more and Jake was coming into my window.
"Jake?" I groggily say.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Um...yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" He was starting to freak me out. Why wouldn't I be okay? I feel my heart start beating quicker.
"I'm, uh, guessing you haven't been your phone?"
"No, I haven't...Why?"
"U-uh, Well....I'm only doing this to protect you, okay? But I think you should check it...." by now, my heart was in my throat it I started breathing faster. I turn on my screen and unlock it. I go onto Instagram and see pictures of Scott with his shirt off, with another girl in her bra. They were laying in bed together. I scroll through more pictures. They were at the beach together, holding hands around a fire. Scott looked tired. Maybe even drunk in all the pictures. I feel tears well up in my eyes. I hit like on the photo so Scott knew I seen it. Instantly, I get a message from Scott.
Scott: Brianne, I'm so sorry. I don't knoW what happened.
By now, I was full on crying. I turned my phone off. I couldn't take this anymore. I ran to Jake who had his arms open for me. He holds me while I cry into his bare chest. He picks me up and lays us into my bed. He was holding me, wiping away my tears and hair from my face.
"Hey beautiful, I know it hurts, but you're strong okay? I'm here for you. I don't want you crying. Go to sleep, I'll be here in when you wake up."
I nod my head, not trusting my voice. My eyes were heavy from crying so I fall asleep quickly. Jake was surprisingly comfortable. I wake up the next morning with Jake on the other side of my bed. I felt guilty because I shouldn't be in he same bed with another boy. Then it hits me. Jake is here because of Scott. Scott actually 'slept' with another girl. I don't know why it bothered me so much. Scott wasn't mine. Not yet, probably not ever. All the emotions from last night come back and I start crying again. I didn't feel like going to school today. I crawl back into bed and turn on my phone. Messages come rolling in. All from Scott.
They were repeatedly saying how sorry he was. How he needs to explain. It's not what it looks like. Answer Bree. Please. I love you.
The last one hit me. 'I love you'. He didn't love me or he wouldn't do this to me. I had 53 missed calls and 96 messages. I get onto Instagram and check my newsfeed again. There were even more pictures. Scott and the girl we're kissing. She was tagged in the photos. Her name was Haley. I click on her tag and I'm her bio it said.
'Taken by Scott ❤️ 🔒😊"
I click on Scott and his says the same thing, but by Haley. I cried even more and crawled out of bed so I didn't wake up Jake. I went to take Boe on a walk when my phone rang. Scott. I should hear his side of the story, so I reluctantly answered. It wasn't anyone but I could hear background noises.
"Come back to bed Scott." A girl said.
"My Mom needs me back at our hotel. Thanks for last night." And I heard a door shut. I hang up, not wanting to hear anymore. A couple minutes later, Scott calls again....I answer.
"Brianne...."
"What the hell do you want." I spit back.
"I-I, I didn't mean to. I don't know what happened. Brianne. I love you."
I let out a hurt laugh. "Love? How the fuck could you do this to someone you love?"
"I was drunk Bree!"
"No. That's not an excuse. Why were you drinking anyways?"
"B-because....I was invited to a p-party...."
"You went. You chose to drink. You chose to do god knows what with someone else. You chose this Scott. Have fun with your life, clearly you want to. Bye."
"Bree, I lo-"
I hung up and cried even more. I broke down in tears on the curb. Jake must have been looking for me because he came over there to me. He picked me up and took me to the house.
"Brianne Reid. I know you love him but get your ass out of bed." Jake playfully gets me up. "We're going to do something fun."
"Like what?" I need out of my thoughts and this house and this bed that held so many memories.
"Ice skating?" He asks.
"Yeah!"
I go and put on leggings, fuzzy socks, and a white sweater with my ugg boots. I curled my hair into loose curls and put on natural looking makeup.
"I'm ready."
Jake whistles at me as I come down stairs and I roll my eyes.
"Wanna take my bike Bree?"
I nod, not wanting to touch Scott's shit. I didn't even have a vehicle so I didn't even have another choice. Not that I'm complaining. Who doesn't like riding motorcycles?
We hop on and he takes off to the ice skating rink.
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Fighting for Love (COMPLETED)(EDITED)
Teen Fiction"Well just for that, I'll show you abuse." He says and before I could react, he punches me. Hard. I was pissed. Even though I haven't had ALL my training. I figured I should at least try SOMETHING. Before he could hit again, I pull my fist back and...
