Don't make the same mistakes again

I give up

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Brayleigh

"Nothing." He mumbled looking away.

"Okay... so are we still going for lunch?" I asked and he stared at me blankly. 

"What?" I questioned.

"Nothing. You just... look good." He smiled. It's fake. I've did it so many times myself I can no longer turn a blind eye to it. "Rider, don't. Lie. To. Me."

"F*k no. I'm not, let's just go for lunch. Really." He blurted and I glared.

"Sorry." He quickly added in. I sighed, "It's okay, let's go, kay?" He nodded in response.

The drive was awfully silent. The sound of silence was literally killing me. When we finally reached, I quickly opened the door and took in a huge amount of air. Thank goodness. That was when I heard something. It was coming from the restaurant. Woah. The greatest show. That's it!

"What?" Rider came up to me. I shook my head, "No it's just the music. It's everything you ever want... it's everything you ever need... it's here right in front of you... this is where you wanna be."

"Cool." Rider said and I couldn't help but laugh. "Nice voice, by the way." He looked at me intently and told me and continues, "I think you're better than the original singer, you should sing for me more often, keep me sane." He winked.

"If you want me to sing exhausted and hungry, I may end up dead." I joked. He released low chuckles and I swatted his arm and he took it into his hand and brought me into that restaurant.

"Okay... so I got this reservation... it should be right here... what do you wanna eat though? I was thinking of lasagna but... Bray?" I was listening to him speak but my eyes were focused on something else. Or should I say someone else. Dylan. Is that Ava? Oh my goodness, God blind me now!

"Brayleigh!" Rider shouted and I grabbed his hands in a hurry and pulled him away. "What? Brayleigh!" He looked worriedly at me but when he realized I wasn't actually paying attention to him anymore, he followed my gaze and I could feel him tremble in anger under my grasp and he hauled me out of the place.

"Damn it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" I placed a hand on my lips to hush him, "It's okay." I comforted him, "Where do we go now?" I asked. He stared at me like I just asked him to kiss me. "What?" I frowned. 

"I..." He laughed, "We aren't homeless."

"I meant for lunch." I huffed. He shrugged, "You could always eat me."

"What? Rider I am serious! I'm starving here." I grumbled. Dirty boys and their lame jokes. He raised his hands in surrender and said, "Fine, let's go to this chinese restaurant, it's nearby only."

"Okay." I suddenly got this sinister feeling that someone was watching me but when I looked around there was no one. Let's not say sinister, maybe creepy. "Brayleigh?" Rider called out to me, "You kay?"

"Okay." He took my hand and I took one last look around before leaving with him. 

Dylan

"What's wrong?" Aria asked, "Don't let her ruin your day, she obviously came here on purpose just to spoil your day, let's go." I still can't wrap my head around Brayleigh and Rider. 

"Where?"

"My house." She told me firmly. I obliged, "Sure." She smiled widely and hooked her arms around mine, waved goodbye to the others and walked out with me. Is this a new start? If it is, why don't I feel different? Safe, assured, calm, most importantly, why does my heart tug in a different direction?

I snapped out of my thoughts and noticed that Aria was observing something in the distance but she turned to me and said, "Dylan?"

"Ye?" I replied.

"I asked you where your car is parked at." She scowled. I shook my head and wiped my head clear, "Oh, let's go." She smiled weakly and followed after me.

"You tasted good." She smirked. How long has it been? I couldn't remember when I last drank that bottle of whiskey. "I'm having a f*king hangover."

"It'll wear off." She told me calmly, "You're quiet." She added.

"What?" I frowned at her.

"Nothin'." She mumbled and headed to the bathroom.

After half an hour, she came out dressed in my shirt that reached her thighs. "Damn, that's long." I commented. "I'm hungry, it's dinner time already." She complained. I stared at the television, and nodded an, "Mhm," keeping my eyes straight ahead.

"Dylan!" She shouted, "Now!" I stumbled to my feet and glared at her, "Go order pizza I told you I have a hangover!"

"Fine." She hissed and stormed off grabbing her phone on the way. Isn't her phone in her room? Right, she brought it out. I wonder what Brayleigh is doing. Right, she's busy f*king Rider so of course she wouldn't call or text me or even bother with me. 

I took the plate carrying the television controllers from the table, and threw it at the wall. The plate shattered and the controllers scattered everywhere and I yelled out in frustration. Aria was standing at the corridor eyes wide, jaw opened. "Hey, Dylan. Do you want to... talk about it?"

"F*k no!" 

"Okay... the pizza is arriving in thirty." She told me nervously, hands fidgeting around with her phone. Wait. No. That is my phone. 

"What are you doing with my phone?" I asked her cooly. She shrugged, "You asked me to order pizza, so I used your phone."

"Don't touch it!" I walked over and snatched the phone out of her hands. "Then how would I order pizza? My phone doesn't have that damn app!" She defended.

"Order something else!" I yelled at her.

"I don't order online food and I never asked for a delivery I said I was hungry and expected you to take the initiative to bring me out for dinner and you're just a damn lazy asshole!" She screamed back at me. Damn. Mad ladies are never the best ladies. Which reminds me, when was Bray ever mad at me? Right, never, and I blew it. No, she cheated on me. I. Am. Innocent.

I chose to ignore her and looked at my phone for perhaps a text or call from Bray, but there was nothing. Of course. She's still pissed. I sighed and slumped back on the couch. Aria sighed and sat beside me. "Sorry." She apologized, "I'll leave if I'm a trouble to you."

"Na, I would have made you leave if I had an appetite for a whole pizza." She laughed and I shushed her.

"I want to ask..." She started and I allowed her to carry on, "Do you want to erm... get back together with erm... Brayleigh."

"No. I give up on her already."

"What if I gave up on you?" She asked curiously. I took a while to think. "Same thing. Okay. Period. The show's starting." She stared at the television and gaped when she saw the program. "Sponge Bob? Are you kidding me?" She blurted. 

"No. Shut up." And she did just that and I smirked. "You win." I told her after a while, "This is boring." She snickered and I tackled her to the ground, and spoke through gritted teeth, "Don't. Laugh. At. Me."

"Okay... okay." She raised her hands in surrender and stared and my exposed chest. Just then, the f*king doorbell rang. "Gosh." She breathed and I got off of her. "To be continued?" She asked.

"To be continued." I grinned evilly.