Don't make the same mistakes again

An argument

Dylan

F*king Rider finally came out of his damned room. I looked past him and noticed that Bray was no where in sight. I wanted to ask for her but Ava piped in, "You are one minute early, sweetheart..." She snickered and added, "Couldn't stand her chic ass already?" Rider surprised me when he said, "Actually no. For god's sake, stop calling me sweetheart, you sound pathetic. Plus, her wanting to go into my sweet room was obviously because she couldn't stand to be in the same damned room as you!" 

Hot drama. 

I like it.

Maybe not.

"Then?" Ava challenged. "You sure you want to know?"

"Stop fooling around, what the hell were you doing with her?" I clicked. "Making out."

Oh.

What?

The.

Heck?

I take back my words. Please! No! Why? This is unreal. F*k, f*k. F*k. 

I was too shocked to speak so I just gaped there like a f*king idiot. "W... what did you just s... say?" Rider rolled his eyes like it was nothing at all. "I kissed her." He said so calmly it spooked me, it sent shivers down my spine. My fist clenched in response, my blood turned cold. 

Never. Never in my life had I gotten so serious about a relationship. Again, I was possessive. I hate it when girls treat me like shit. Probably why I never treated Delilah like a deserved girlfriend, because she actually f*k Rider before me. F*k. If Bray was in my thoughts, I might as well go to hell. 

"Someone better read him the bible, right now." A girl I think named Adela joked. "Ye." A girl, Aria, I think, agreed. Why do I even give a crap? "He's gonna pull a trigger." Adriana laughed. The girl who was the least active and quietest finally spoke, "Shut up, you should cut it out before Ava snaps." 

We all took a glance at Ava. She was pouting at the wall close to the door. "I f*king heard you." Ava snapped. Adana rolled her eyes, she spoke as if she was brushing a fly off her shoulders, "I was just making sure they don't say something you wouldn't want to hear, for goodness sake, Ava Smith." I stood in a hurry almost knocking over the table holding our drinks. Everyone's speech was slurring, it was pointless staying there unless I wanted to hear more people blurting shit. 

I turned the door handle so hard it almost snapped out of place and I slammed the door just in time to hear Rider say, "That just proves she isn't a pussy, plus, I think she'd be worth the f—" Whatever he was going to say I don't care. 

I don't care anymore. I should have known. Right after Del. I should have seen this coming. How did I not? Now, look where I've gotten myself into, great, just f*king great. Like the stars could have sworn I'd have a good life. 

A voice yanked me out of thoughts and I flinched when she touched me. 

Brayleigh

I didn't even need to look to know the stomping of feet belonged to Dylan himself. I hurried after him without even considering the burning of eyes, all on me. The last thing I wanted was to Rider complete the sentence. Rider turned red at the sight of me and I ignored them. 

I rushed after him before anyone could stop me. "Dylan!" I yelled. "Dylan, stop!" I tried again when he didn't respond. He finally whirled around and spoke in a cold tone, "What do you want?"

"Can we talk?" I pleaded. "About what? How f*king good it felt when you kissed him back? How he relieved the f*king  emptiness in you, those I couldn't f*king fill? Feeling blissed, Queen Bee?" I felt a tug in my chest as his words burned into me, especially the name he called me and the cussing. "It wasn't like that!"