Tyler and Bayleigh had already been yelling at each other for three minutes before Haleigh decided to formally adjourn her house meeting.
You thought that maybe they would stop shouting at each other at that point, but the deafening noise continued.
You sat beside Brett, both of you silent. Everybody was silent except Tyler and Bayleigh.
JC and Angela had both left the living room to watch this unfold from the safety of the upstairs balcony, and you wished you had gone with them.
But you stayed glued to Brett's side, watching fingers pointing and hands flailing.
You made eye contact with Haleigh who raised her eyebrows. She knew what they were screaming about but had no idea what was the truth at this point. However, you were completely in the dark. Not knowing a thing about what they were yelling about, you gave her a small shrug.
Bayleigh, though yelling at Tyler, caught this exchange and immediately began screaming at you.
"And what was that shrug all about Y/n? Why are you acting like you have no idea what's going on when you and I both know that you do? Huh?"
"Don't bring her into this-" Brett started.
"Shut up! I WILL bring her into this because she was there! She heard Tyler say that Angela would be the replacement nominee if the veto was used!" Bayleigh's mouth began to bleed and your eyes widened at the sight.
You shook your head. "I-"
"Oh my God," Tyler put his head in his hands before continuing. "She wasn't there Bayleigh!"
"Yes she was! She was in HOH with us!"
"Taking a shower! I was there taking a shower! I didn't hear anything." You exclaimed and Brett put a hand on your back.
"You are oh oh!" Bayleigh put up her hand and stomped away, apparently unable to find words for your answer.
"Bayleigh you are taking this way too far!" Tyler shouted.
She turned on her heel and screamed at the top of her lungs. "YOU ARE TERRIBLE! YOU HAVE MADE MY LIFE IN THIS HOUSE A HELL!" The sliding door slammed shut behind her, making you flinch.
You frowned. You didn't know why Bayleigh was so upset with you when you knew that you didn't hear a word of their conversation.
Haleigh, Sam, and Rockstar hurried after Bayleigh into the front bedroom. Tyler and Kaycee went upstairs to join JC and Angela in the HOH bedroom. Scottie and Fessy wandered off.
You got up, wiped the tears that had trickled down your cheeks, and made your way to the back bedroom. Trying to defend yourself only for you to be interrupted and shot down had really frustrated you, and all you wanted to do was lay in bed.
"Y/n..." Brett started but trailed off. You ignored him and focused on getting through the front bedroom as quick as possible without being suspicious. You thought you had made it through but then Sam called your name.
You looked over at her. The three girls were huddled around Bayleigh, who was slumped on the floor with her face pressed into the comforter.
"You didn't lie out there, did you? You really had no idea?"
You shook your head. "The water running made it too loud for me to hear anything else." Sam nodded, accepting your answer. Bayleigh, however, screamed into the comforter before lifting her head.
"You are the fakest person in this game, Y/n! America doesn't like liars! America probably fucking hates you because you're the biggest snake ever to have played in Big Brother! Just fuck off already! Nobody wants you here!"
The rest of the girls stayed quiet as Bayleigh pressed her face back into the comforter and began to sob. You stayed put for a few seconds, and then walked away as you realized that it was no use trying to convince Haleigh, Sam, and Rockstar that you weren't lying, while there was another person sobbing on the floor saying otherwise.
You climbed into your bed in the back bedroom and pulled the blankets over you. Bayleigh had begun to mutter insults about you as you lay there, trying with all your might to convince yourself that Bayleigh was just saying those things to you because she was upset. That people did want you here. That America didn't hate you.
"Y/n?" It was Brett, and once again, you didn't answer him, for fear of crying instead.
But he knew where you were and crawled into bed beside you.
You turned to face him and the somber look on his face is what made you start crying.
"Hey..." Brett wrapped his arms around you and held you against him. "That bullshit isn't worth you crying over."
"If Winston were still here, would you still talk to me? Or do you just hang around with me now because you're lonely?" You asked, completely disregarding what he just said.
Brett looked at you with surprise. "Just because you're the only person I have left now does not mean that your importance to me would change if Winston and everybody else were back here. You would still mean the absolute universe to me." He moved some of your hair behind your ear.
"I'm sorry. It's just that she got angry again and told me-"
"I heard her. I just didn't think you would believe her. I want you here. And trust me when I tell you that I promise you, America is in love with you. I mean, how could they not? You're beautiful and smart and you're honest.
Not to mention you have the most amazing personality in the entire world."You smiled.
Brett kissed your head before getting up from his spot.
"Where are you going?" You asked.
"I have to go to the diary room, I haven't talked to them in a little. Better do it now and not have them call me when I'm sleeping. I'll be right back okay?"
You nodded and watched him walk away.
A few seconds later, Rockstar wandered in and began rummaging through one of the dresser drawers.
"Girl, I don't know how you do it." She said.
"What do you mean?" You asked, thinking she was going to bring up something from earlier.
"I don't know how you can turn that douchey asshole into one of the softest men I've ever seen. He was smiling and blushing when I passed him! Blushing! But am I surprised it was you who turned him into a mushy mess? Not at all, I just don't know how you did it." She pulled a sweatshirt over her head.
"You like him, don't you?"
You nodded. You did.
A/n: I'm back y'all! Feel free to leave requests by either commenting or messaging me!