The Three Bros

[12] Molly's Side

Blaire's POV

My shock soon disappears, it being replaced with the same big fat grin I had on earlier, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you... then I saw them. But it looked like they were already leaving anyway," she explains. "Can we talk? Unless Ian's still coming back."

My grin only widens, despite the bitterness in her tone when she mentioned his name, "I don't think think he's coming back."

"Your grin is starting to scare me," she teases, chuckling a bit. "Did I miss anything?"

I bit my lip momentarily, "Depends on how long you've been here."

She simply shrugs, "I saw Ian walking to his car, them they drove off."

"Then you don't know anything," I giggle like a little school girl who got an A for memorizing her ABCs.

"Can we talk now?"

My face goes blank. Molly's signature giddy smile and bubbly personality suddenly disappears. She looked dead serious. She wasn't intimidating in any way though, probably because she was a bit shorter than me.

Plus she was wearing a shirt that said I sleep on flowers. And it of course, had colorful flowers all over it.

"Sure," I nod. "Wanna come in?"

She simply nods.

***

"Okay, I'm going to tell you something. Because I believe that its fair that you know this," Molly immediately says once we're comfortable on my bed.

"Okay."

She deeply inhales, nervousness plastered on her face, "It's something I've done."

My eyes instantly widen, "What is it?"

She sighs, "Ryder and I dated a couple of years back, only... we went to his friend, Luke's party one night. I was drunk out of my mind..."

"Are you okay?" He asks me, chuckling a bit, seeing me tipsy.

"I'm fine," I tell him, standing straight. "But my legs are killing me!" I whine, hopping onto the kitchen counter and removing my heels, simply tossing it onto the floor.

"I'll get you some water, okay?" He offers, "stay here."

"Okay," I nod, and he leaves.

Not a minute later, my stomach starts to go all yucky, and I knew that I needed a restroom soon.

I clumsily walk up the stairs in my drunken state, walking into a random room, not even bothering to check if someone was inside, or what a couple might be doing.