Falling for the Perfect 10

Chapter 10: Rearranging

I called Hunter that night, glad for the small favor that it was still early enough in the night I wouldn't be disturbing him. He answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey, Shanna," he greeted. "What's going on?"

I tried to get the words out but couldn't. Trent took my phone from my hands and spoke softly to Hunter, explaining for me. Tyler went to the kitchen, mumbling about making tea and Pete came over, scooping me up in his arms and walking me down the hall to my bedroom and laid me on my bed.

"Thankfully, you're already in your pajamas," Pete said. I stared up at him. "One less thing to do," he said, shrugging.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked.

Pete sighed, wrapping my blankets around me.

"Nothing? Anything? I don't know, love. Whatever you want to do."

"Drink some tea?" Came Tyler's voice as he balanced four cups of tea on the tray. Trent followed him into the room, placing my phone on my bedside table. I stared at Trent, waiting to hear what had happened.

"Hunter said he's sorry you're hurting. He said he'd talk to Bloom in the morning and they'd figure out a way to fix the storyline. Rearrange things."

I nodded and took the mug Tyler offered me. Each of the guys took a mug. We all took a sip. I put the mug down as my phone began to ring. Tye.

I rejected the call.

"Want me to tell him to fuck off?" Pete said.

I shook my head. "He won't. He's stubborn."

"He's a real wanker," Trent said.

I sighed. "Can we not play bash the boyfriend tonight?"

Tyler nodded and sat next to me. "We were going to stay, if that's okay with you?"

I laughed. "Where? On the floor?"

Trent shrugged. "We've slept on worse floors."

"I'll be okay guys," I said.

Pete sat on my other side. "I'm not going anywhere," he stated. The decision he'd made would not change.

"Me either," Tyler said.

"Yeah, like I'm the idiot to leave," Trent added.

I started to cry some more, more from the fact that they were standing by me than anything else. Pete's arms, lightning-quick, wrapped around me. Tyler rejected Tye's next call. Trent went rooting in my linen closet for blankets.

Then, Tyler's phone rang. "It's Becky," he said.

I waved a hand. Of course Becky already knew.

Tyler answered. "Yeah, Becks, we're here with her. No, we're not leaving." He was quiet a moment. "No, we didn't rip him up. She wouldn't let us." More silence. He looked at me. "Do you want to talk to her?"

I shook my head no. Tyler relayed the message, said okay a few times and hung up.

Everyone's phones rang that night. Pete turned his off, right after he turned mine off. Trent had his on silent and Tyler kept his on vibrate, in case someone truly did need to reach them.

I fell asleep, curled against Pete on my bed. Pete slept sitting up next to me. Tyler fell asleep in a pile of blankets on my floor and Trent was asleep in the chair in my room.

When I woke up the next morning and saw them sitting there, everything rushed back to me. I cried as quietly as I could and turned my phone on. It was barely five AM. I'd only slept a few hours.