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“Why?” I asked, not moving from my spot.
“Because I’m mad at you, and you don’t want to be here anyway,” she said.
I was silent for a moment as I watched her. She refused to look at me and tears were still streaming down her face. She was silent other than sniffling here and there. When she wrapped her arms around herself with a look on her face that seemed like she was trying to hold herself together, something in me snapped.
I moved from the door to her bed. Blythe didn’t move, even when I sat down next to her. She sniffled again, and I reached up to brush some of her tears away.
“You look pretty when you cry,” I blurted.
My face heated instantly. I hadn’t meant to say that. That was weird as hell. Fuck, Bly probably thought that was weird as hell.
“Is that why you make me do it so much?” She spat.
Sh.it. Fuck. Not right now.
“I don’t-“
Bly scoffed as she turned her head to glare at me.
“You don’t what? Make me cry a lot? Because you do actually,” she said. “Or are you going to take back that I’m pretty? I mean, that’s pretty opposite of what you said out there.”
Damn, why do I love it when she talks back to me? It makes me want to bend her over and tan her ass. I want to so badly. Like an itch that I just can’t scratch.
“I was lying, talking sh.it,” I rushed out, my face flaming as my dick got harder and harder.
“Right, because who would think I’m pretty, crying or not,” she muttered, squeezing herself.
“What? No, I meant out there,” I blurted, like a total idiot. I had an out. I should have taken it. I have to make Bly hate me, because if she doesn’t… Hell, my brothers might not get the chance they all so desperately want. I’ll take Bly for myself. But apparently, I’m just a big moron. “Bly, I think you’re beautiful. Hell, if you dressed like Alex does, you think any of us could keep our hands off you? We’d never let you out of the house dressed like that.”
Bly narrowed her eyes at me.
“But you let Alex?” She questioned.
“Who cares what Alex wears?” I replied, frowning at her. Since when have we ever given a sh.it about Alex in that way? In the way that we give a sh.it about Bly?
“You’re a hypocrite,” Bly stated.
My frown deepened.
“Look, I only yelled at you because you didn’t need to talk to Alex so harshly,” I said defensively.
“You didn’t even hear what was said,” Bly replied incredulously.
“You made her cry,” I stated.
“So?” Bly responded.
“So! Do you know how hard it is to make Alex cry?” I asked. “You must have said something bad.”
Blythe’s jaw dropped, and a small scoff left her lips. She stared at me like I was insane for a long moment.
Then she looked around the room, like she wasn’t sure if this was real or not.
“I didn’t say anything to her,” she said softly.
“Come on Bly, don’t lie,” I said.
“I’m not,” she whispered. “She was the one that-“
“Chayton?” A knock followed by a feminine voice interrupted Bly. “Chay? You in there? Kylian said to hurry you guys are taking me out for ice cream to make up for… Well, you know.” Alex rambled on. “Oh! And… Uhm, I guess that Blythe can come if she wants… Kylian didn’t say to invite her, but… I don’t want to be rude.”
Blythe rolled her eyes and turned her head away from me.
“I think you should come,” I said as I stood up.
“R-really?” Blythe asked, looking at me with wide eyes. Eyes filled with hope and light. My god, I’ve never seen a prettier shade of blue.
“Yeah,” I replied, a little dazed. “It’ll give you a good opportunity to apologize to her.”
“Apologize to her?” She asked with her face scrunched up.
“Yeah, for being such a bit.ch,” I said.
Bly’s eyes widened again in surprise.
“I just told you that I never said anything to her,” she said defensively.
“And I told you to stop lying,” I replied.
“But I’m not! I’m-“
“Ya know what? Forget it,” I cut her off, walking to the door. “I’ll tell everyone you don’t feel like coming. Stay here and think about what you did.”
“But Chayton-“
I cut her off again when I slammed her bedroom door shut.
I woke up with a start and was a little disoriented. I looked around, forgetting we were in the car. I’m now in the backseat while Karma drives and Dev sleeps in the passenger seat. We were taking shifts driving back home to get there faster. We hate being stuck in cages. Would have ridden our bikes home if we didn’t have someone to babysit. Now they’re being taken back for us by the other guys from the club that came with us.
I rubbed my face as I sat up a little straighter. I felt weight on my right shoulder and looked down to see Blythe asleep, her head on me. No wonder I had a dream about a memory with her.
That was a weird one though. I barely even remember that day. Other than how pretty she looked while she cried or how hot it was when she put me in my place. There were plenty of times between us like that though.
