Chapter Forty-Seven:

I sighed as I repositioned myself in the bathtub. I still can’t get comfortable. I give up! I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling in the bathroom. I don’t even know I I’m supposed to be taking a bath while I’m alone. I don’t even care. I can’t do anything, anymore!

I’m itching to go out and do something. I can’t walk for long distances or times. A few minutes are pretty much my limit. I can’t drive. I can’t drink. I can’t have sex. I can’t get any tattoos. Fuck this.

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Matt’s POV

Brian seems off today, but he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want to talk about it. If he’s fighting with Lydia, I know that I’m the last person that he’ll want to talk to. I don’t blame him, but can ya do when your best friend is clearly hurting? Fix the fucking problem. Easier said than done.

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“Dude, there’s no way that you slept with her!” Chad said in disbelief as he stared at Mike’s phone. I really didn’t have any problems with the guy until he started hitting on Lydia. Don’t get me wrong, I told them both that I would back off and I have. But, that doesn’t mean that I’m cool with some over-sexed, meat-head jock making a move. Over my dead, fucking body.

“Hey man, your mom doesn’t count as a lay. That’s just gross.” I told him, throwing an empty water bottle at him. He scowled at me and I smirked. A couple of his buddies laughed with me and Jimmy.

“No, but yours does.” He countered.

“That’s the best you got? Not very original, but I bet it’s hard for your undersized brain to work.” I taunted him. He nodded to his friend and Chad tossed me the phone.

“Does that look like my mother?” Mike asked me. I shrugged, not looking at the device in my hands.

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” I quipped. My smirk faded when I saw Lydia’s sleeping face on his phone. I furrowed my brow and I swiped at the screen and looked through more of his pictures. He’s not doing anything to suggest that they actually fooled around. She’s sleeping and he happens to be next to her. “That’s your proof? Newsflash, dumbass, when someone has brain surgery, that person tends to sleep a lot. She falls asleep during breakfast. The day that she fucks willingly is the day that hell freezes over, pigs fly, and you come out of the closet.” I jeered. I saw Jimmy tense up in the corner of my eye. Yeah, it’s not my finest moment and I’m sure I’ll hear about it from him later, but right now, I don’t care.

“What’s the matter? You still bent out of shape because Lydia didn’t pick you? You and Brian are so afraid to lose her – it’s hilarious.” He smirked. I really, really hate that little shit-bag.

“Don’t come near her again.” I told him, getting in his face.

“What makes you think you can tell me what to do, big boy?” He asked me, stepping closer. “You and your poser friends think that you’re so tough because you have piercings and tattoos. So what? It makes you look stupid.” He flung insults at me. I shoved him backwards.

“Really? And you don’t think that wearing your stupid letter-man jackets and hanging out in locker rooms with naked men twenty-four/seven is better?” I growled.

“Do we have a problem, gentlemen?” Mr. Matthews asked from the doorway. We both shook our heads. “Pick a seat, guys.” He told us, his tone softening slightly. Jimmy pulled me backwards and Chad followed suit with Mike. We stared each other down as he sat down. Well, this is probably why Brian’s been so pissed off.

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Lydia’s POV

I groaned as I stretched. It feels so nice to just lie out in the sun. I forgot how rejuvenating it is to sunbathe. I nodded at Tony as I turned onto my back. I fluffed the towel I was using as a pillow and put it back underneath my head.

Even though, I’m pale as fuck and never tan, ever, I still like lying out. It’s refreshing and it’s what I needed, since I really can’t do much else. My ribs are still giving me trouble, but other than those and my head, I’m mostly healed.

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My eyes fluttered open when I heard chatter around me. I saw Tony, still playing solitaire on his phone. Only, Brian, Jimmy and Matt were out here now. It took a minute for my eyes to focus and my ears to start working properly.

“You know… I think I’m starting to see why you both were fighting over her.” Jimmy voiced after staring at me for a second. It took a minute for his words to process.

“Ace is hot.” Brian agreed, nodding. I glanced down and realized I was still only clad in my black bikini. Even though my skin is convinced that I’m half-albino, I never really burn. Thank God for that.

“I won’t argue with you there.” Matt said. I rolled my eyes and sat up, grabbing a long shirt that I was using as a cover-up, earlier. I slipped it on and laid back down.

“It’s so nice out here.” I sighed, getting comfortable again.

“It is nice – isn’t it? It’s so serene – peaceful.” Tony agreed. I smiled at him. Though, a man of few words, you gotta appreciate someone who appreciates the small things in life. It helps keep my pessimistic ass slightly optimistic.

“Should you be out here? I mean, is it safe?” Matt asked me. I nodded. I pointed at the security cameras, the railing enclosing the deck, Tony sitting a few feet away from me, and the other guys that work for Doug behind me in the house.

“Calm your tits.” I sighed.

“You always say that, but you do realize that none of us have tits, don’t you?” Jimmy teased. I shrugged.

“Mine are just bigger, my friend.” I told him, sticking my tongue out.

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“Ace, can I talk to you?” Brian asked me as walked inside. I nodded, throwing my towels into the hamper in the laundry room. They guys finally dragged me inside. I napped for at least another hour, before they voted me back on the island.

“What’s up, boyfriend?” I asked him, leaning against the wall. He stepped towards me and looked me up and down, probably noting my lack of attire. I haven’t put anything else on - I didn’t feel the need to. I’m comfortable and all my lady-bits are covered. I noted how cool the hardwood was underneath my bare feet.

“I’m sorry I’ve been weird.” He apologized. I didn’t say anything. It seems like he’s about to say a lot more and I don’t want to interrupt him. “It’s hard seeing you hurting like this. Mike said some things to me at school and I lost it. I didn’t want to take that shit out on you. I know that you wouldn’t cheat on me, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop trying to get in your pants.” He admitted. I looked at him, taken aback. That’s news to me.

“You fought.” I said, slowly. I connected the dots. “That’s why you’re so beat up!” I added, louder. “Oh, my fucking God! Seriously! I’m not even into him! He came over yesterday with Tiffany and we made him watch chick flicks. It’s not even a big deal. It’s not like I was hiding it from you. The guys were all here. Doug was here.” I protested, getting unexpectedly angry. I took a step away from him, realizing my sudden mood change. “I need my fucking pills.” I grunted as I kept walking. I felt his eyes on me as I climbed the stairs. I didn’t have to turn around to know that he was following me to my room.

“I wasn’t accusing you, Ace. Okay? He was running his mouth at school. I’m not going to let anyone say shit about you and not stand up for you. That’s not who I am. I’m sorry for keeping it from you, but I’m not apologizing for fighting with that arrogant cunt.” He told me as I swallowed my pills. I turned around and rubbed my forehead.

“I didn’t ask you to apologize – okay?” I said, before stepping into the bathroom. I left the door open. I wouldn’t put it past him to pick my lock. It’s not like he’s ever invaded my privacy before, but we’ve never really fought like this either. I turned on my faucet and splashed some cool water on my face. I turned off the water and dried off my face. He placed his arms on either side of me, pinning me to the sink. I turned to face him. “Brian, do we have to talk in here? I won’t leave; I just want to sit down.” I told him, becoming all too aware of how close we were and how sexy he looks when he’s all fired up.

Even if I wanted to – and I do – I couldn’t do anything about it. It’s ‘strenuous’ activity. I’ll wait the three months, because I can’t afford any bad karma. But, no way in hell am I waiting six.

He seemed to be picking up on the sexual tension that I was, because I can feel his erection against my womanhood. My breathing quickened and I couldn’t think about doing anything but kissing him. Now is so not the time, but my body is jonesing for angry sex. Down girl! Down!

He took a step back and dropped his arms, letting me pass. I walked past him and sat on my bed. He sat in front of me and moved me in between his legs. He put his arms around me and forced me to look at him.

“Ace, work with me here. Okay? I never said you couldn’t be friends with the guy, even though I have no idea what you see in that tool.” He started.

“I didn’t even invite him over. I never said I wanted to be friends with him. As for what he’s saying, so what? I don’t give a fuck what he says about me. What about that makes him different than any other guy that runs his mouth at school?” I quipped.

“Every other guy isn’t talking about fucking you.” He said with an almost eerie calm. I met his eyes.

“I appreciate you standing up for me, but I don’t like seeing you hurt. Don’t push me away.” I told him. He nodded. I shimmied out of his grip and straddled him. He repositioned his arms around me and I rolled my hips. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you.” I whispered. He smirked.

“Doug would kill me.” He groaned. I nodded, moving against him, again.

“We just have… like another month.” I sighed.

“Have you seen yourself? That’s a month too long.” He said, huskily. I whined and stilled my hips.

“Fuck that. You’re walking sex.” I breathed, before getting off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I need a cold shower.”

Notes

SO Mike didn't exactly get pummeled again, BUT at least someone else called him out on his shit.

This is going up a little early, because I feel like crap and am bound to fall asleep soon.

Comments? Thoughts? Votes?

Much love,
Katie