My first crush (COMPLETED)√

PART 2: Chapter 66: She's mine

Stephen ended the call with a sharp jab of his thumb, the silence afterward vibrating with restrained fury.

"Let's go. I'll drive," he muttered, already snatching up his keys from the table. His knuckles were pale, jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.

Stiles stepped in front of him, blocking the doorway. "No. I'll drive. You're not in the right state — you're drunk."

Stephen's eyes flashed. "I'm fine. Move. Let's get going."

"You're not fine and you know it." Stiles held out his hand. "Give me the keys."

Stephen scoffed, pacing like a caged animal. "You're too damn slow behind the wheel. Just make sure you're fast tonight — I'm losing my patience."

"Don't worry about me. Just keep your head cool when we get there."

Stephen gave a humorless laugh, low and dangerous. "There's no such thing as 'cool' in my dictionary."

He grabbed a half-empty bottle of whisky from the counter, slammed the door behind him, and slid into the passenger seat. The engine roared alive, headlights slicing through the darkness as the car shot down the street, tires hissing against the asphalt.

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Inside Aaron's apartment, warm lamplight cast golden shadows across the walls.

"Why are you laughing?" Sharon asked as she stepped into the room, folding her arms in mild confusion.

Aaron leaned back lazily, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You wouldn't get it. Just a friend losing his mind over a girl."

I let out a small scoff. "Trust me — I'd understand that kind of story."

Before Aaron could reply, a loud crash echoed from outside — a door slamming, followed by shouting that cut through the night air.

"Aaron! Aaron! Show your fucking face out here! You bastard! You won't ever mess with me or my girl again! Bastard!"

Stephen's voice thundered from outside, raw and untamed.

Stiles groaned beside him. "Stephen, keep it down. You acting like you're on something or acting foolishly i'd say."

"Oh, now I'm the fool?" Stephen snapped. "He's the fucking fool. You know what? Go sit in the car — I don't think you can fight anyway. This one's mine."

Inside, Sharon stiffened. "That voice sounds familiar..."

Aaron placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Stay here. Let me see what's going on."

"...Alright."

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Aaron opened the door, the night air rushing in cool and sharp.

"Well, look what we have here," he drawled, leaning against the frame. "Seems I accidentally let the mad dog loose."

Stephen surged forward instantly, rage blazing in his eyes. "How dare you?! Come here — let's see who the mad dog really is!"

Stiles grabbed him around the shoulders. "Easy! You're drunk. Let me handle it."

Aaron smirked, clearly entertained. "Oh — I almost forgot. I have a surprise." He called over his shoulder, "Babe! Come here — you've got one too."

Stephen's anger faltered, confusion flickering across his face. "What's he talking about...?"

"I'm coming..."

Sharon stepped outside — and froze. Shock drained the color from her face.

"What are you doing here?" Stephen asked, voice suddenly strained, shame creeping in.

She turned sharply to Aaron. "Why is he here? I told you I never wanted to see him again."

Aaron shrugged. "Didn't expect this either, babe."

"Sharon... please," Stephen stepped closer. "Let's talk. We can fix this. You can't stay with him — you'll regret it."

She gave a hollow nod, bitterness tightening her expression. "Funny hearing that from you. I should've known I'd regret loving you."

"Sharon, I regret everything. I swear you changed me—"

"But you still went through with the bet, didn't you?" she cut in quietly.

Stephen's voice cracked. "I'm sorry."

She inhaled slowly. "One thing. Be honest. That day at your house... when we were together — did you record it? Just curious."

Silence hung heavy.

"I'm sorry."

Her face hardened. "That's all I needed. Get out."

"Sharon, please listen— Aaron's manipulating—"

Aaron stepped between them. "You heard her. She said get out. Are you deaf?"

Stiles stepped forward. "Hey — you don't talk to him like that."

Sharon looked at Stiles, disappointment clouding her eyes. "I'm sure you enjoyed watching that movie, didn't you?"

"Sharon... blame us, not him. Please. Take him back. Aaron's playing you."

She shook her head, retreating. "Just leave. I can't stand this." She went inside, door slamming shut behind her.

"Sharon!" Stephen shouted, voice breaking.

Aaron smirked. "Don't come here again."

Stephen's fist connected with Aaron's face — a sharp crack echoing through the air.

"You think I'd leave without giving you what you deserve?" Another punch landed. "You're not walking away clean."

Aaron staggered, then swung back, hitting Stephen hard. "I can have her however and whenever I want. She's mine now!"

"You bastard! This isn't over!" Stiles restrained Stephen as he struggled.

"Let's go," Stephen spat, blood spilling over.

Stiles paused, then drove a fist into Aaron's stomach. Aaron doubled over, groaning.

"That's for running your mouth."

They left, footsteps fading into the night.

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Aaron stumbled back inside, clutching his abdomen.

"Oh my God! What happened?" Sharon rushed to him.

"It's nothing," he winced. "Just a bruise."

"Sit." She guided him down. "I'll get ice."

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Patricia's POV

Steam still clung faintly to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom — only to freeze.

One of the maids was rifling through my things.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" My voice sliced through the air. "How dare you touch my belongings, you low-life."

She jumped, trembling. "I'm sorry, ma'am — I came for your laundry—"

"Then why are you holding that?" I snatched it from her hands.

"I... saw it on the bed."

"So?"

She hesitated. "Forgive me for asking... but are you pregnant? The test says positive."

The sting of my slap echoed in the room.

"How dare you invade my privacy!" I hissed. "You're fired. Get out!"

Tears welled in her eyes. "Please, ma'am — I won't tell anyone—"

"That's enough. Learn to keep your mouth shut. And don't let me see you in this house when I return."

She fled.

I stared at the test in my hand, anger giving way to calculation.

"This is a problem..." I muttered. "Father will never accept Tyler. I have to act fast."

A slow smile crept onto my lips.

"...I know exactly what to do."