1Chapter 8
"Telling the Truth"
Not only was he up there with Aimee, Dexter's girlfriend, but he was up there making out with her. With his tongue! "Terra Suzanne Malone, you put your brother on this phone right now."
"Ok," she agreed, noticing the harshness as I used her full name. I could hear rustling and then a minute later she was knocking on a door. "TRUH-ENT!" she yelled, drawling out his name.
I could hear kissing noise in the background, and, hopefully my ears were just on overdrive, but I thought I heard moaning, too. Which only pissed me off worse. Oh, he was so getting it over the phone. I would come through the chord and choke the bastard to death. I hated Trent Malone. Even though this had happened before, this time really took the cake. I finally new how bastard-y this guy really, truly freaking was. I hated him. "I told you to go away, Terra," he told her grumpily.
"It's HA-LEY!"
He didn't yell this time, just opened the door. "Haley?" he said, out-of-breath.
I felt his breath up to the phone, and before he could utter a syllable, I started tearing into him. "Feel guilty you fucking man whore?"
"What?"
"Don't 'what' me like that Christopher Trent Malone, you know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. And don't even play dumb with me. I'm not talking about feeling guilty when your making out with Aimee because of us, hell no, but how can you do that to Dexter? Dude, he's your friend. And he's my best friend. So either you two break it off now and tell Dex, or I tell him and I break your balls off."
"Geez, Hales. Lighten up. She just came over so we could practice for the play. They kiss in the play, you know. It's no big deal, we just didn't want it to be awkward."
"And this play requires the use of tongue when your rehearsing?"
Trent finally just sighed, giving up, defeated. Caught. "Who told you?"
"Your sister, asshole. Who told me is not the point. Do not change the subject right now. How long has this been going on?"
He sighed again like a pitiful little puppy, "Hales, I–"
"How long?" I hissed again.
This time I wasn't falling for this shit this time. No sir. I might have been falling for during our whole relationship, but I was finally going to put a stop to it. "Not long."
"How long is not long?"
"A month."
"A month?"
"I said that didn't I?"
"Don't be a smart ass, Trent. You bastard, I cannot believe this. I can't fucking believe this. What in the fuck were you thinking! No, bump that, you weren't thinking." 'Oh my gosh' I thought to myself. 'I sound just like my father.' He had said that exact same thing. I even sounded like him. It was scary.
"You know I'm telling Dex, right?" there was no answer. "Trent!" I said loudly, shaking my head. "Listen, we have to talk anyway. I'm on my way to Charlotte."
"Hales, come on, you've had a rough week. Please don't come up here," he pleaded. "Please. I was planning on coming up there, anyway."
"Why not, Trent? He's my best friend! Why shouldn't I come up there and tell him to his face?"
"Because we were planning on telling him tonight. Aimee and I were, I promise. We were going to tell you, too, in time, but you've had this really rough time with your mom and all, and then you left us to go live with your dad. Not that I'm saying it was your fault or anything, you didn't have a choice, but we–"
"Just thought you'd get a little rise before you did, huh? Thought it would be easier? Or could you not just control your horny teenage self until after you told us? You know what, don't answer that question. You better go over there and tell Dexter now or I swear, Trent, I will come down there and kick your ass you mother fucker."
"Alright."
"Don't alright me like that."
"Fine, Hales. We're going." I rolled my eyes and angrily ended the phone conversation. I was pissed off. So freaking pissed it wasn't even freaking funny. I thrust the phone in my pocket and yanked open the door, practically running into Ryan in the hall. The force of the impact made both of us go tumbling down. Coincidentally, I swear, in the same provocative position Nathan and I had been in earlier. But now... something about... I just didn't feel the same as having Nathan's body on top of me. And it wasn't for the reasons that Nathan was sweaty and nasty and Ryan wasn't, it was–there was something. And Ryan was totally hotter. Totally... or was he?
"So? A little angry about something?" he asked, his gorgeous smile pasted on his beautiful face.
I laughed, rolling my eyes, and rolled to the side, sighing heavily. "My boyfriend is–was–cheating on me with my best friend's girlfriend." neither one of us got up. We just lay there beside each other, looking up at the ceiling.
"I thought you said he was your ex."
"He is now."
"And the real reason you went out with him?"
"He was good in bed," I cocked my head to the side, smiling at Ryan. "So, since I've practically spilled almost everything about myself, why don't you spill. About yourself. About anything. Everything. You know, whatever," I shrugged
He cocked his head to the side, too, and looked at me. "My dad died when I was seven. I am starting point guard for the Duke Blue Devils and until June I was a drug-addicted basketball player that had everything going for him. Now I'm just an in-debt-because-of-my-drug-addiction basketball player who still has everything going for him."
"That sucks... well, the drug part does anyways"
He nodded, laughing. "So, I spilled my whole life story in about 30 seconds. Let's hear yours."
"First of all, that was not your whole life story and I am so going to get it from you before you go back to Duke, and second of all, I think you already have, but, here goes..."
I sat up from my laying position and leaned against the wall so I could look at Ryan, " when I was seven my dad left, and my mom killed herself five days ago." it was too hard to tell him full detail, so I just left it at that. He didn't look up at me, just stared straight at the ceiling. It hurt. I was just beginning to feel how badly it really hurt. "I'm sorry," I said breathlessly as I got up from the floor and ran towards my door, slamming it, tears brimming in my eyes.