Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Rylie's POV

Have you ever stumbled into something that left you shocked as well as betrayed? Something that blew your mind and enraged you at the same time?

That was exactly how I felt when I stumbled into my brother and Olivia making out in the bathroom.

At first, I stood shocked and open-mouthed, unable to get over what I was seeing. By now, they still hadn't noticed me.

Eventually, when I couldn't handle seeing my brother and my best friend make out any longer, I cleared my throat.

Almost immediately, they disengaged as though they just hadn't been doing the unthinkable.

When they realised it was me, both their eyes widened.

"What…how…why… just what in the world is going on here?!" I asked, still not quite getting it.

"Oh my God, Rylie, it's not what it looks like," Olivia stuttered, trying to pacify me.

"What the fuck are you talking? So I didn't just walk in on you and my brother making out? Or did I just imagine all of that?" I crossed my arms.

"You didn't but there's a perfectly good explanation for that," Myles answered but I was quick to cut him off.

"Don't even go there! I'll be dealing with you later," I eyed him sternly.

I saw him noticeably gulp as I turned to face Olivia.

"So…care to explain yourself, Little Miss Betrayer?"

"Look Rylie, it's not like that. It's not like I meant for any of this to happen…"

"Oh yeah. So you didn't mean to make out with my brother in the bathroom? You know, first things first, when did all this start?"

"A few weeks ago, when we reconciled and you went on that date with Blake. I was feeling depressed and I didn't feel like walking home. So your brother offered to drive me home. We got to talking on the way and the rest is basically history," she ended, not meeting my gaze.

"So for that long, you've been dating my brother?!" I exclaimed, disgust and anger laced in my tone.

"I wouldn't say dating…" she mumbled.

Myles arched an eyebrow at her. "So we're not dating then?"

"Myles-" Olivia started but he just waved her off as he stomped out of the bathroom.

She had a saddened expression on her face as she watched him leave but I refused to be sorry for her.

"I would never have believed you would do something this low to me or even to Mason," I spat angrily.

"Mason? What does he have to do with anything?"

"You just don't see it, don't you?" I sighed.

"See what?"

I thought of finally revealing about Mason's crush on her but eventually I decided against it. She just wasn't worth it.

"You know what? Forget it. It doesn't matter. Just know this Olivia, I don't ever want to see you around me ever again. You're a disgusting human being and I hate you okay? I. Hate. You." I hissed, walking out of the bathroom.

I could hear her calling from me to come back but I couldn't care less. Thankfully, her voice was quickly droned out by the music and noise in the party.

Blake and Logan were completely out of my mind for now. The only thing I could think of was the immense betrayal I felt right now.

To think that she'd hidden it from me this long was just sickening. I mean Olivia and my own frigging brother? Who does that? Who fücking does that?!

Words can't even begin to quantity how betrayed, disgusted, enraged and saddened I feel right now.

What kind of best friend goes behind your back to date your brother? That's just plain gross and so damn low!

I can't even begin to think of how Mason will feel when he finds out. It'll break him… just like it has me.

Ugh! I need a drink.

Still seething, I made my way to the kitchen where I saw a half full bowl with some coloured weird smelling liquid inside.

I sidestepped the kids who were making out and the drunk ones, grabbed a cup and poured myself some of the drink.

Taking a small sip of the drink, I was struck by how bitter it tasted. How people even managed to drink this stuff was beyond me. Not only was it incredibly bitter, it was also strong and with just one sip, I already felt woozy.

Reason told me to stop drinking but my emotions were all over the place and I felt I needed something strong.

So I continued to drink. With two cups gone, I already felt incredibly dizzy and I was beginning to find it hard to see.

Stumbling out of the kitchen to find the door so I could go home, I ended up walking right into somebody.

Dazed, I fell backwards but luckily I was saved in time.

"Rylie, are you okay?" A faintly familiar voice penetrated through the drunken haze I was in.

"Blake, is that you?" I slurred, trying to focus on his face.

"Um yeah. At least I hope it's me. Wait, are you drunk?"

"Of course…n…not!" I hiccupped. "I only had like…like two cups!" I giggled as I spoke.

"Oh my gosh! You're totally drunk. Should I get you home or something?" he mused.

"Wh…what no? I don't wan…wanna go home. I wanna ha…have fun!" I whooped, shaking my body in what I assumed was me dancing.

"Okay. That's enough. Time to go," Blake grabbed me by my hand, pulling me towards the door.

"No!" I yelled, pulling away from him. "I don't want to go home and if I don't want to, then I don't want to."

Before he could say anything else, I ran into the crowd of dancing teenagers and just did whatever my body wanted me to do. I knew this wasn't me but I kinda liked carefree Rylie.

No cares. No worries. Just a girl who wanted to have fun.

As I danced away, I felt a hand snake around my waist and pull me close. Even in my drunken haze, I froze not knowing how else to react.

Do I keep dancing and just ignore it? Or do I push this guy off?

Before I had a chance to even answer my own question, I felt the guy get pulled off me and a scuffle start behind me.

I turned around to see Blake holding the guy by his shirt.

"Get out! Now!" he yelled at the guy who quickly nodded, running off as soon as Blake let him go.

Normal Rylie would have thanked him for saving her but drunk Rylie was a completely different story.

Stomping my feet angrily, I folded my arms and pouted "I was having fun and you ruined it. You're a fun sponge!"

"I know sweetheart, let's get you to bed."

"No I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm staying right here to have fun," I stomped my feet to stand my ground.

Blake sighed. "I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice."

And just like that, he flipped me over his shoulder.

"No! No! Let me go! No!… Wow! Your back is so soft. You smell good," I switched suddenly.

Blake chuckled as he made his way up the stairs.

"You sure are hilarious when you're drunk."

Eventually we arrived in a room and after turning on the light, Blake gently placed me on the bed but I wasn't ready to sleep just yet.

As soon as he turned his back, I got out of bed and made to run out of the room. But he was quick to grab me and force me back in bed.

"Now stay!" he commanded.

I folded my arms and huffed, refusing to answer him. He sighed and turned to walk away. Then I did something I would have never done in any other situation.

First of all, I removed the top I was wearing before slowly stepping out of bed. Silently, I made my way to Blake who was focused on writing something on the reading table.

"Oh Blake," I called out.

"Rylie, why aren't you in bed… Shit! Where's your top?!" he exclaimed, shielding his eyes.

"I felt hot so I removed it," I shrugged like it meant nothing.

"Well put it back on."

"Why?"

"Because it's inappropriate!" he shrieked.

"Aww! Is Mr. Meanie shy to look? Don't worry. I won't tell," I whispered, leaning in.

I could see that he was tempted to look but when he didn't, I resorted to extreme measures and pulled him off the chair. Once he was on his feet, I giggled and leaned in.

"Don't you like me Blake? Am I not attractive to you?" I pouted.

"You are and so much more. But this… this isn't right. You'll regret this when you wake up tomorrow."

"Who cares about that? I like you and that's all that really matters."

And so I leaned in as though I wanted to kiss him and just as though as our lips were about to touch, I passed out in his arms...