I Promise

Chapter 3

WARNING: This chapter might be rated M, but not really. Just taking precautions. Things do get heated up here.

Dylan's POV

I glanced at the glowing screen of my iPhone. 4:30 PM. Ugh. Chris was out…somewhere. He left his phone on the kitchen counter, and now would be a good time to take a peek at his messages. I snatched his iPhone off the counter and scrolled through his messages. My heart pounded with rage, sadness, and something else I couldn't name. It was some girl named…Olivia Ryan.

Chris: Hey sexy.

Olivia: Hey! Can you meet my house around 3:30?

Chris: Why? ;)

Olivia: You know why. ;)

Chris: I'm guessing a make-out session?

Olivia: Maybe even a little more… ;)

I gagged at Olivia's last text. Attached was a picture of Olivia's…boobs. Holy crap. Chris was cheating on me with that slutty bitch, and she was going to seduce him! Oh. My. Freaking. God. Shaking with anger, I stomped out the door in my caramel riding boots and literally jumped into my blue Porsche convertible. Minutes later, I was driving down Buckeye Drive, Olivia's street. I screeched to a stop in front of house number 25. I stormed up the lawn, flattening blades of grass with the heel of my riding boots as I marched up to the window. Luckily, Olivia's room was on the first floor, so I wouldn't have to do any gymnastics to get up to the second floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chris's black Mercedes parked on the driveway. Holy crap. I peered into the pristine glass window and gasped. Chris and Olivia were kissing, nearly swallowing each other's jaws. Their arms wrapped around each other; they fell onto Olivia's white comforter on her four poster bed. Slowly, Olivia slid her hands off Chris's neck, and slid them into his Diesel jeans. She expertly began to unbutton his pants, all while sliding out of her too-short miniskirt. For a minute, Chris stopped making out with Olivia to look into her blue eyes and ask, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Olivia smiled devilishly and pulled down his plaid boxers. "Definitely." She threw her shirt off, along with her bra, and pushed her A cups into Chris's face. Chris flipped her beneath him and slowly began to press into her. I did the thing that was most sensible in times like these. I screamed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I could've shattered all the windows in Westchester with that scream. Chris looked up, panic so clear on his face, it could've been written with neon Sharpie. He quickly pulled himself off of Olivia, and stumbled to pull up his boxers and jeans. Olivia just sat up in bed, sliding her thong back up. Olivia's wide blue eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. I could practically feel the flames shooting out of my eyes and ears; the way they do in cartoons. I glared at him; my green eyes the color of the sky right before a hurricane. Oh, a storm was coming alright.

"CHRIS! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!" I screamed indignantly.

"I-I w-wa-was ju-just…" He stuttered, but no excuse could cover what I saw. I was permanently scarred for life. Of course, anybody would, if they saw their boyfriend about to have sex with a slut. Of course, Olivia strutted outside, still in her pink thong. "We were having sex." Olivia shrugged carelessly. Chris glared at her. "Olivia!" He turned to me; still stumbling over words. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"ENOUGH! WE ARE SO OVER! GO CHEAT ON ME WITH THAT SLUTTY BITCH IF YOU WANT, BECAUSE WE ARE SO OVER!" I shouted. With that, I tromped back to my car. On the way down the driveway, I kicked Chris's Mercedes. Hard. With the heel of my riding boots, I left a satisfying deep dent. "Hey!" He shouted, shaking his fist at me angrily. "Whoops. My bad." I jumped in my car, flipping him and Olivia off while driving away. Once I was home, I threw his phone out the highest window. Down below, I heard the satisfying crack of glass. I tossed all of Chris's clothes out of the window, too. I chucked everything that was his, from him, and to him out of that window. I whipped the Tiffany rose gold heart-key drop necklace he had given me for my last birthday down into the pavement too. When I had cleansed the house of everything that reeked of Chris, I sobbed in my room while curled up in pretzel pose, on my fluffy king-sized bed. My life was officially hell.

Massie's POV

When we (as in me, Emma, and Alicia), my phone rang to "Primadonna" by Marina and the Diamonds.

Primadonna girl, yeah
All I ever wanted was the world
I can't help that I need it all
The primadonna life, the rise and fall
You say that I'm kinda difficult
But it's always someone else's fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave-

I dug my phone out of my white Marc Jacobs calfskin tote. It was Ella. She was probably still pissed that I didn't tell her sooner; like all good betas would be.

…Flashback…

Ella strutted into my room, where Emma and I were getting ready for our weekly sleepovers. I was unrolling a D&G lavender silk sleeping bag while Emma was painting her nails with Essie's In the Cab-ana polish. Emma waved at Ella when she walked in, air-drying her Caribbean blue manicure.

"Ell, you might want to sit down." I took a deep breath. Ella looked confused, but obediently plopped down on a light green sleeping bag in her emerald-green silk Calvin Klein pajamas. Toying with her layered black hair, Ella patiently waited for me to speak while spraying her wrists with Coco Mademoiselle.

"I'm moving back to Westchester, New York." The spritzes of perfume stopped abruptly.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" She shrieked.

"I'M MOVING BACK TO WESTCHESTER, NEW YORK, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, THE PLACE CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS DISCOVERED, USA-"

"I KNOW WHERE AMERICA IS!" I rolled my amber eyes. Ella looked bewildered, her coffee-brown eyes darkening to black; something that often happened when she was mad. I tried reading Ella's emotions, but her face remained placid. I huffed in exasperation. Ella was too good at hiding her emotions. Finally, she calmed down. Sighing, she began to paint her nails with Essie's Leading Lady.

"When are you leaving?"

"Uh…"

"Tomorrow!" Emma piped up from her iPhone. I glared Gilette Venus-sharp eye-daggers at her.

"WHAT?!" Ella's eyes began to darken again.

"Is she going with you?!" Slowly, I nodded. Ella huffed and began to whine.

"How come she gets to go?!"

"'Cause she can."

"My mum and dad will never let me go!"

"Exactly, darling."

"I'm gonna miss you so much, Mass!"

"As much as it pains me to say this, I'll miss you too."

"Hey!"

"Haha, just kidding!"

"Thought so."

The rest of the night, I could still see Ella's pout and frown. I don't know what else I will have to sacrifice.

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