Clickbait, baby (david dobrik)

chapter twenty-five;

"You guys have to be fucking kidding me," an all too familiar voice said, pulling me from my slumber.

I opened my eyes just to shut them again, my head was pounding. I took a deep breath as I heard shuffling by the bed. I opened my eyes again to see I'm laying on someone's chest.

And it was Heath's chest.

I turn and look at where the voice was coming from.. and I see a rather pissed David.

Fuck.  

I sit up in the bed, making Heath wake up. "Carlie, are you serious right now?" David asked me, extended his arms towards me and Heath. "I came back to talk to you and I find you in bed with Heath. Again."

I look up at David to speak, but suddenly, I know I'm going to throw up. I throw the covers off of me and onto Heath. I run right past David into the bathroom behind him and barely make it to the toilet to throw up.

David follows behind me, taking my hair out of the way. I hear him groan, and I know he's looking away. I hate that he's seeing me like this.

Heath comes into the bathroom. He says, "I've got it." He gestures towards me, taking a step towards me.

"No, I've got it. You've done enough." David said bitterly towards his friend.

"Why are you even here?" Heath asked. "I thought you were 'done.'"

"Why are you here?!" David yelled back. "You are literally the reason this is happening."

"Oh," Heath said and started laughing. "Yeah. It's all my fault. I didn't take care of her last night or anything. I wasn't the one who was there for her last night."

I was still coughing and felt like I could throw up again at any second. David still had my hair in his hands. But I looked back at David's face and I had never seen him so pissed since I've known him. He was steaming.

"Get the fuck out, Heath," he said, in a warning tone.

Heath raised his hands in defense, walking towards the door. But he stopped and looked back at me. "Car, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." He gave me a kind look before looking angrily at David. Then he was out the door.

And I threw up again.

After letting myself calm down for a moment, I sit down on the tile floor, leaning against the toilet, David now facing me as he also sat down with his back against the wall. I'm surprised that you came back," I said.

"Me too," He whispered, not looking at me. "I'm so mad at you, Carlie."

I looked down at the tiles on the floor, feeling completely and utterly guilty. "I'm sorry for lying to you." I spoke.

He nodded, like he wasn't really sure what to say. I wasn't either, so we sat in silence. I really wanted the water that Heath put for me on the nightstand, but I didn't want to make it awkward by getting up. My throat felt terrible. 

"How many times did you sleep with him?" David chirped after being silent for two long minutes. 

"Once," I answered. "Who told you?"

"No one." He spoke.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to be mad at them. This isn't their fault."

"Really," he said sadly. "I was looking for footage of you to make you a surprise birthday video. Zane said I could use some of his footage, so I started looking through it and I found a video of you two in Heath's bed the next morning completely naked."

Wow. I am a terrible person. David was literally being the nice boyfriend he is and stumbles across the freaking footage himself. 

I look down at the tile in guilt. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you." I said.

"Why didn't you?" He asked.

"Well, there were several times I almost did. But every time something would come up and make it be a bad time to tell you." I said.

"No, I mean, why did you lie to me in the first place? That night at the party?"

I made sure I wasn't making eye contact with him as I replied. "Well, I knew I liked you more. I literally only kissed danced with Heath to purely to get back at you for being with Liza. Next thing I know, we are in his bedroom."

I see David wince at the words as I said them and my heart sank. I really, really messed up.

"Heath told me he really liked me the night you asked me," I continued. "I turned him down because I knew I would never care for him the way I care for you. It wouldn't have been fair to him. And as Heath walked out, you walked in." 

I finally got the courage to look back up at David. He was looking down at the tiles and I could tell he was in deep thought. I stared at him wondering what he could be thinking about. Does he forgive me? Does he hate me?

"The thing is," He suddenly spoke up. "is that if you would have a. not lied to me in the first place or b. told me when we got together, we wouldn't be here right now. It would have hurt me to hear, I still would have been mad, but I could at least comfort myself with the fact that you told me the truth. And you didn't."

"I can't tell you how sorry I am.. I really messed up, David."

"You did. You messed up a really good thing." He said, and my heart picked up pace. This was bad. I knew where this was going. "I.. I just really can't get myself to forgive you." 

I gulped, wanting to throw up again from the sheer heartbreak I was feeling. "David.." I whispered.

"I'm gonna go," He said, getting up. 

I stood up as well, looking up at him. He couldn't even look at me. "I love you," I whispered in a last ditch attempt. It was the truth. My throat felt tight as I said the words. The tears were slipped down my face.

"I loved you, too," He said, and with that, he was gone.

And suddenly, all the emotions that I repressed last night with the alcohol hit me all at once. I slid down the bathroom counter as I sobbed. I sobbed for what felt like forever. I sobbed until my throat hurt even worse. I sobbed until I couldn't anymore. 

I finally got myself up from the floor and I brushed my teeth, and then went into the bedroom. I grabbed the bottle of water and drank like my life depended on it. Heath also left some pain medication, and I swallowed it down as well. 

I got into the bed and started looking through my feed. The first thing I see is a article that is titled, "Liza Koshy is doing great on tour -- all the details".

"Great," I say to myself with an eye roll. 

And then I notice that I have a text from Peter from yesterday.

"Missing you at work! I hope you're having fun in LV! Happy birthday!! (:"

Despite everything, I smiled to myself. I replied, "Thanks, Pete! Ready to be back at work honestly (:"

I started looking at other social media, then Peter texted me again. "Btw, I have some news for you first thing Monday when you get back! Better if I tell you in person!" 

I wonder what his news could be. I furrow my eyebrows, but text back an "okayy". 

I hear someone coming up the stairs and I put my phone down to see Heath.

"Hey," He said, standing there with his hands in his pockets at the edge of the stairs.

"Hey," I replied.

"Can we talk?"