Ryan pulls my dress over my head and kisses my stomach leaving wet trails as I unbuckle his pants and pull them down. My lips latch onto his neck as I suck, probably leaving a hickey as he leaves a few for me.
Just as he is about to unhook my bra, the banging and swinging of a door cuts us off, I look up to see Darian or Hunter at the door.
"What the hell are you doing in here!" I screech out, pulling my dress back over my head in a swift moment. I stare into Hunters eyes as he walked closer towards me, his face red in anger.
Ryan awkwardly rolls off of me and pulls up his pants, exiting the room without a word. Great. He couldn't have stayed and hopefully helped me not get killed?
"Were you going to fuck him?" Hunter spits out and my breath catches in my throat. Was I? Yes. But did I want the boy who had his hands around my neck a few hours ago to know this? No.
"Why do you care? Yes, I was and it's none of you business." I roll my eyes and get off of the bed and start heading towards the exit.
"You are so fucking frustrating, you know that sweetheart." Hunter rages and grabs my arm holding onto me so that I have no choice but to look at him.
All of a sudden, his lips are on mine and he is moving them. Wow, how could his kiss effect me so much in a way that Ryan's hadn't. Sparks erupted in my stomach as my hands moved to his hair and tugged on the ends.
Realisation hit me like a truck and i pushed him off of me. His brows furrowed and he the sweat of his forehead off with his wrist.
"You don't get to play with me like that! Nobody gets to use me anymore, I'm not a toy." I hiss, slipping my heels back onto my feet so I would match his tall height a little better.
"Me, using you? You kissed me earlier and were about to have sex with that asshole Ryan? You're such a slut."
"Firstly, you kissed me, pretty boy. Secondly, you practically attacked me for being nosey and thirdly, why am I labelled a slut when I hook up with someone? I'm old enough and can make my own fucking decisions, you are not my dad. Piss off." I snap back.
"This is why Tyler cheated on you, you're a brat. If you're parents were alive, they would not be pleased of their whore of a daughter." Just as the words leave his mouth, it sinks in just what he had said.
Before I can even muster up the courage to defend my self, tears fill my eyes. Goodness, I have been crying way to much recently it's as if my eyes have just accepted it and push the tears out automatically.
He knows some of my story yet he chose to disrespect me in the worst way possible? By pulling my parents into this. A sob escapes my mouth and I look up at him as he comes loser to me.
"Don't." I whisper as he is about to pull me into a hug, clearly regretting what he had just said in the heat of the moment.
"Goodbye, the whore is leaving the room." I say and wipe the tears away.
I walk out of the room in a boss ass way, if he thinks I'm a whore let me show him exactly that. I don't have parents to control me anymore I guess.
The first thing I do when I get downstairs is drink another bottle of beer, then I put a hand into my bra and pull each boob up a little so my cleavage is all full view.
"Octavia." Tyler's voice makes my heart stab a little but I try my best not to make a reaction as he touches my waist.
"Tyler." I reply, taking a large chug of my beer. The way he was looking at me made me feel small.
"Where's your girlfriend?" I ask, rather harshly. My voice dripping with hate although I try to cover it up with a small smile.
"She's not my girlfriend." Tyler replies, his words spilling out too quickly and I could see the blush on his cheeks darken.
His eyes weren't the same though, not anymore enticing and beautiful. But now as I looked into them, I saw hate and Revenge. Even a little disgust. He may look good but I just couldn't see him the same as I did a couple of months ago.
"Oh. Well lucky you, neither am I." I bitterly sigh and start to walk away towards Eve, leaving a frustrated Tyler behind.
"Babe," Eve slurs and grabs my shoulder. "Keep away from Tyler."
"Don't worry, in way ahead of you." I assure her and place my arms on the kitchen counter, boosting myself up to sit next to her.
"Have some money." She remarks and starts digging into her bra to pull out cash notes.
"Eve! Stop!" I laugh and take her hands away from her boobs. "Why are you doing that?"
"Because you are poor and I am rich and I am your friend." Eve smiles and leans her head on my shoulder.
"How do you know I'm poor?" I sigh, again. If drunk Eve knew I'm poor then the whole school would surely know.
Not that I am ashamed, I'm proud of my sister for providing for me. I have a lot, more than some people could dream of. Also right now, my brain was in a different mindset. Too distracted by the boys in my life. Speaking of boys, where did Ryan go?
"You look skinny, too skinny, recently. So I will buy you food." Her hand places on my stomach as she pokes my rib.
"I haven't gotten that skinny!" I protest and she just raises her eyebrow at me.
"Octavia, when you change in or I can see a lot of bones. Plus your boobs even look smaller."
I jump off of the counter and pull her down with me, I could finish my slut project another day. For now I just wanted to go home and sleep off the pain that's so called life. Eve also looked as if she would be collapsing any second.
"Here's my phone, call an uber." Eve hands me her phone and I nod in reply.
I wish I would've realised that she is such a good friend sooner. Maybe all that stuff with Angel would've been, well non existent.
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|Falling for Octavia|
Teen FictionOctavia just wanted a good senior year. That's all she asked for. But no, instead she was blessed with walking in on her boyfriend and her best friend getting it on at school. To make matters worse, she is falling fast for the boy who is involved i...
