The Look Book || Trayce Thompson Short Stories

What Happens In Aspen...

***WARNING SOME LANGUAGE IS USED, ALONG WITH SUGGESTIVE SCENES AND BEHAVIOR. MATURE CONTENT AHEAD***

"God, why are you so stupid? Why would you ever think that, y/n? Why in the actual fuck would you think I would cheat on you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? You're being so sketchy and lowkey it's super suspicious! I know you've got hoes."

"What hoes do I have? Name one?"

I opened my mouth to speak. "I—"

"Exactly. No proof. No fucking proof to go off of."

"I have the proof right here if you wanna read it. Several people said they've seen you with multiple women, this fucking week."

"Where the fuck are you getting this information from? Those Instagram thots that chase after my brothers? You know all of that is bullshit."

"Just admit it, you got caught."

He sighed and shook his head. "This is literally the dumbest argument I've been into. I think you're being super insecure right now, and you have to bring down everyone else to make yourself feel better."

"Okay, stop putting words in my mouth. I am not insecure. Just fucking tell me the truth. Stop lying to me."

"I'm not lying, y/n! Why can't you get that through your head! I am telling the truth, 100%! Why are you being so stupid right now?"

"And I'm stupid now? Okay, fuck you."

"Fuck you too! You know what? I can't do this anymore. Call me when you fucking grow up. I'm done with your bullshit."

"Fine! Go! I don't need you anyway!"

The anger and voices bellowed in my head and echoing through this now empty room. The silence filled the room, like the aftermath of a devastating storm. I've been in my room for 15 minutes now, letting my mind keep replaying what just happened; the yelling, the screaming, the anger, the doors slamming. 1:30 in the morning. Way too much alcohol for the both of us.

I managed to get myself off of the bed, it took every ounce of energy to get up and go into the bathroom. My eyes were red and puffy from crying. My makeup was smudged. I sighed and braced myself to see the destruction in the living area. Bottles of opened and half-drank alcohol were on the tables. A glass was broken, and the alcohol spilled onto the floor.

A faint knock was heard on the door. Shit. I'm not ready for another World War. I sighed heavily as I made my way to the door and opened it, but it was only the resort staff.

"Hello there." He smiled. I looked at his name tag. Anthony was his name.