ONE TIME THING ✸ Scott Reed

10

"This is the saddest birthday party ever." Alex huffed, breaking the silence. Zach's phone then rang, He checked it. "Shit. Uh— uh i—I gotta take this." He stammered, "Hey Mom."
"Yeah no im just out with the guys." He lied, turning away from the table. "I-I'll be home soon. Yeah. No, I know, I know."

"Okay, yeah, I'm on my way, bye." Zach hung up.

"The guys?" Alex glared, "youre just out with the guys?" he quotes.

"I-I just told her that I'd go home with Rae." he told,

"Home from what? Why'd you lie about where you are?" Alex scolded him,

I wasn't sure exactly."

"Of course you should lie to her and everybody cause that's better than admitting you're my friend?"

"She knows that you're my friend" He defends,

"does Bryce know that you are?" Alex shoots back, causing Rae to chuckle

"Come on, man." Zach tried to reason.

"Fuck you Zach."

"Oh my god." Rae let out a groan,

"okay," His mom sighed.

"Go home." Alex doesn't even look at his mom.

"Come on. We're leaving." Zach tried to get Rae up,

"Yeah I-I should. Thank you guys so much for— having me."

Mr standall sighs, "You don't have to go." Mr Standall explains,

"Lets go." Zach demanded Rae,

"No." She shook her head,

"Where are you gonna go then?"

Shrugging, Same place as last night." She retorted with a tight lipped, sarcastic smile,

"Oh yeah? And where is that exactly?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Scott's."

They all turned to the brunette,

"Woah. What?" They all ask in unison,

Youre staying with Scott?"

"Can you guys like—not— freak out at the fact that i hang out with Scott?"

"youre staying with a fucking rapist?"

"He is not a rapist! How many times do I have to tell you guys this? It is so infuriating!" She reminded them, throwing her hands in the air,

Alex scoffed. "How can you be so sure?"

"He's not like that."

"So what? Are you two friends? Dating? Fuck buddies?"

Rae snickered, "Fuck buddies?! No! I doubt he even considers us friends!"

"Then why are you staying at his house?"

"I had no where else to go! I couldn't stay home and I couldn't go to Clay's cause Justin was there and that would've been too awkward for me!"

Jessica glares at me. "What? Why would it be awkward for you?" she asked her,

"Shit." She mumbled, "Look, I've clearly said too much, I should go."

"No. Tell me. What happened with you and Justin? You guys fuck? I always knew you were a slut. You've fucked Justin. You've fucked Scott. And oh, you fucked Jeff."

- the next day -

Rae had gotten called to Mr Porter's office the next morning, she walked out of Mr Porters office to see Her mother, Scott, Clay, Jessica, Zach and Alex.

"not again," She mumbled under her breath, "I am not going 'home' it's a shitty place and I don't want to go there." She put air quotes around 'home' as she looked back at Mr Porter. "Come on, Rae, it's been a week you've been staying at the Reeds household." Mr Porter tried to reason, Rae shrugged, "What's wrong with that?"

"Your friends, your mother and I are very worried about you."

"They aren't my friends."

"See this is what I mean.. we're worried." he sighed,

"Oh yeah? And why is that?" She crossed her arms,

"you don't hang out with your friends, you've been away from home, you've completely thrown your life and future away."

"How?" She raised her eyebrows.

"I heard you— in the bathroom today."

Rae felt a force grab her wrist, she sighed, turning to be met by Scott. "Yes?"

"Hey, uh— what did Justin mean today? About what he heard."

Rae let out a huff, she knew she was going to have to tell him at some point but now wasn't the ideal time, "i have an eating disorder, Scott."

his eyebrows furrowed together while his features softened, she refused eye contact, it was like she had known what his face had looked like right now, he pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her forehead, placing a hand on her cheek, stroking it gently, initiating eye contact, "you could've told me."

"i know. and i'm sorry."

he shook his head, "dont be."

"Zach, Im going to the party, Yes, Its at Bryce's but I wont do anything stupid."

Rae stepped foot into the Walker's Home, once again being met by the smell of sweaty teenagers mixed with alcohol and the sound of shouting and the blasting music, joined by that, she spotted couples and non-couples— just drunk people, making out, dancing, grinding on each other, making Rae want to throw up at the sight,

"Hey! 7 minutes in heaven in the living room!" Someone had shouted, due to the fact that she had been arriving an hour late.
Groaning, she went into the living room, sitting on the ledge of the couch, right next to Haven, "hey—where's Sheri at? isnt she supposed to be here?"

Haven shrugged, "no clue."

feeling ones gaze on her, she spared a glance toward Scott's icey blue eyes, moving her gaze back toward her hands, "hey, Rae— why don't you go first?" Bryce smirked,

Rae rolled her eyes, "you rig it?"

he just shrugged, Rae leaned over the table, spinning the brown bottle, inhaling softly as it slowed, coincidentally— it had landed on Scott.

as always, Montgomery and Bryce had praised him, Bryce patting his shoulder, "Tap that ass!"

Scott stood, Rae following, walking into the closet with him, "we have a thing for closets, eh?" He chuckled lightly, he nervously running a hand through his hair.

"I guess so." She huffed, resting her back onto the wall behind her,

"You look r-really pretty tonight, I-I mean y-you always do you j-just-" he stammered,

Rae's eyebrow raised, "do i make you nervous?"

he chuckled nervously, "yeah..."

"So you actually like me? Or am I just a game to you?" She couldn't help but wonder,

"No of course not, Rae." He touched her cheek gently, she looked up at him slowly, drawing in a breath, laying a hand on the back of his neck, eliminating the space between them,

"I thought it was just a one time thing?" He quoted Rae from a few weeks ago.

"I think we both know that wasn't true." She smashed her lips on to his, hunger overtaking her, finding her fingers entangled throughout his hair, Scott's soft touch, sliding down her body, feeling every one of her curves, she slid her tongue through the inbetween that were his lips, dancing with his tongue, soon being interrupted by Montgomery's shouts, "times up!"

Rae adjusted her dress and combing her hair with the tips of her fingers, wiping the what could be— smudged lipstick, walking out of the closet, as if nothing had happened.