Did you know that dolphins were just gay sharks? Yeah.
So in this chapter, Brydon speaks a little French.
I'm a total FAILIURE in French, so I'm using Google Translate, which is the worst thing you could ever copy off of when you're actually doing your French homework.
I know for those of you fluent in French it wouldn't make sense so if you could correct me that'd be sooo appreciated (:
Thankies c:
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*THE PAST.*
Holly invited Brayden to her end of the year bash. I told him he should go with his friends, since I was going to be on vacation and I didn't want him to feel like he shouldn't go because he thought I'd get suspicious or something.
So he went with his friends to Holly's house, which had been changed into a playboy mansion in a matter of minutes. Girls were wearing too short shorts/skirts, see through tank tops, or tight, scanty clothing. Some were just in their lacy underwear. Or at least that's what I saw on Facebook. The guys were too drunk/stoned/excited. All of Brayden's friends attached themselves to a girl. Brayden just drank the punch, which he didn't know... was laced with a drug. That would explain how everyone got stoned. He didn't think. He didn't even know what the hell was going on.
And that was exactly what Holly wanted.
She took him to her bedroom... and you know what happened.
She had texted me. While they were doing it. She had sent me... pictures. And she wrote: "He's GREAT in bed. Too bad you'll never know."
I thought it was a joke. So I called her and angrily demanded what the fuck was her problem.
I was greeted by the sound of breathy moans and Brayden saying Holly's name.
Over and over again.
The sound of Holly's pleasure.
His deep, ragged breaths.
Her screams, "Faster, faster..."
His response...
Her excited yell of joy...
I hung up the phone.
I spent days crying. I was heartbroken. When I came back to America, I didn't talk to Brayden for days. He was so confused he kept on calling me and I ignored them with tears flowing through my eyes.
Finally he just burst through the doors of my house.
That's when we had the biggest fight we've ever had.
I screamed at him as I hysterically cried, throwing whatever I could grab with my hands at him.
He yelled back, demanding why I wasn't talking to him and what he would have done wrong when he did nothing.
Boy, was he ever clueless.
In response, I threw him my phone and he caught it with a 'WTF?' look in his eyes.
After five minutes of flipping through messages, and a voicemail she left me, he was in complete shock.
I was still crying.
"Why would you do that?" I accused.
"I didn't know, Kayles, I really don't remember!" he replied, frustrated and horrified. "I'd never-"
"Get out!" I cried, determined he was lying to me.
"Kaylee! I swear! I would never do this to you! Someone set me up, or something! Please, Kayles, listen to me!" he was on his hands and knees and begging.
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