The Twins And Me (BoyxBoyxBoy)

Rats and Rides

A/N: Might want to quickly refresh your memory of chapter 1 (New Target) even though my writing back then was sooo cringy. 

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

With each buzzing sound made my right eye twitch. 

Maybe I should hang up? It was past four in the morning after all... 

My finger hovered over the round red button with the intention to end the call. 

"Hello little minou." 

His voice cracked through the phone's speaker, and even without it pressed against my ear the sheer confidence was oozing through. 

"It's quite late. Why are you calling at such an hour?" 

I didn't really want to answer him. It would be admitting that I needed his help, and frankly, I didn't want to boost his ego. 

But, I did need a way home. 

"I need help." I whispered. 

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" His tone was clearly mocking. I could practically imagine his smirking face at the other end of the line, eyes glinting. 

Just picturing him sitting there all smug made me angry. And made me realize I couldn't submit to him just yet. 

The call ended quickly and I shoved my phone into my pocket without a second thought on the matter. Now I just needed to find another way home. 

I knew that Seth would be no help, He was fast asleep by now and last I heard, even if I did manage to wake him up, his car was in the shop - apparently his brother had crashed it while attempting to parallel park. 

Now that I thought about it, it was sad and pathetic how lonely I was. 

I had always claimed to be an introvert and up until recently, I believed that I was. I thought that a small group of close friends was enough for me to get by with. I didn't feel the need to be particularly popular or surrounded constantly by people. Clubbing was never my scene, I was perfectly content with staying home and binge watching on Netflix. 

But maybe, just maybe, I thought as I looked around desperately trying to figure out a way to get back home, maybe I just didn't have friends. 

Sure, Seth was a darling, and we bonded over our mutual love for music and food - but he didn't really know me all that well, just my likes and hobbies. He didn't know about my struggles, or about how broken I was, and how close I was to ending everything when Katie left. 

It was like on snapchat, when you send someone the most streaks out of all of your contacts but it's not vice versa. A one sided friendship. 

But Katie... She was something else.

She was always there for me when I needed her, and me for her. Except when she got ran off by the twins. 

Pangs of guilt prodded my chest, at the mere thought of cozying up to them when they had sealed my best friends fate. 

And to think! Who had I just called for help? The enemy! 

My phone vibrated in my pocket, signaling that I had an incoming call. 

Should I answer it? 

I let it ring, while I studied my surroundings. Truth be told I had no idea where I was.