Abandoned Hotel, a Randy stories

Chapter 7, Not a towel

Andy's pov

It has been two months since Rye and Emma started dating. I'm so mad at Rye! First, he kisses me and sucks me off and now he leaves me for a girl? What does he want! Well apparently, not me... He hasn't spoken to me since the day he met Emma. I hate Emma. I hate how she speaks and talks and how close she is with Rye. I have to resist myself from slapping her in her face. I hate how nice she is to everyone... Even me while I make her life very difficult. I talk behind her back, hide or break her things. "Accidentally" throw drinks at her and then acted like I slipped. She has got to know that I don't like her right? All the boys know, so why doesn't she?

I was in my room in my bed, and I was thirsty. So, I got out and walked on the hall way. Then I heard giggling. I stopped and listened. I heard a bed squeaking, Rye and Emma were having a good time. I gagged and quickly went downstairs. I slept on the couch that night. I did not want to hear that at all!

The next morning, I got woken up by Brook;
"Ey, mate. You alright?" I got up.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." I said.

"Why were you sleeping on the couch?"

"I-I heard Rye and Emma last night and I... I just didn't want to hear that." Brook laughed;

"Yeah I get that. Want some cereal?"

I wanted to cook that evening and decided I was going to make some pasta with red sauce. I bought all the ingredients and started to cook. I chopped some courgettes and put them into the red sauce, but it splatted up, and my hands and arms were covered in it. I looked around for a towel and I saw one. I wiped my hands and kept going. When it was finished, I called everyone and we ate. It tasted pretty good.

I was cleaning the table when I suddenly heard someone gasp.
"Oh no! What happened?" it was Emma, she picked up the towel I used for wiping my red sauce hands. She unfolded the towel, and as it turned out... It wasn't a towel. It was a pink shirt from Emma.

"My favourite T-shirt! Ruined!" I felt Rye's eyes burning holes in my soul.

"I-I am sorry. I thought it was a towel..." I apologised. I know I try to make her life hard, but this shirt was from her dead grandma... And I know that family is everything.

She sobbed as she said: "It's- It's alright. Accidents happen."

I saw the disapproval looks from the other boys. I felt so ashamed I ran upstairs. It didn't take long before Rye followed me and burst into my room.

"What the fuck dude! I know you don't like Emma, but this goes too far! And it's from her family for god's sake. You know how much family means!"

"I didn't do it on purpose this time, I swear! I really thought it was a towel!" Rye didn't believe me.

"I hate you with my soul. Why can't you ever be happy for me!" He wanted to walk away, but I stopped him by grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.