Chapter Fifty-Seven:

Brian’s POV

“Dude, can I talk to you?” I asked Matt as school let out. He looked over at me and nodded. We haven’t talked today. He knows why. I know why. It’s not something I really want to talk about at school.

“I just need to run something home for my mom, but I can meet you at your place?” He offered. I nodded.

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” I told him.

“Cool – see ya later.” He told me. I didn’t see him watching us – Ace did. I should have closed her door. That’s on me. But, I don’t know how long he was watching, either. He’s had a thing for her for a while and I don’t know if he’s going to try and pursue her again. I’m hoping that he stays true to his word, but I know it’s easier said than done.

I don’t want Lydia to worry about more than she has to. When this is fixed, I’ll let her know that Matt and I talked. Extra stress on her right now isn’t a good thing. She’s come so far in such a short amount of time.

The doctors told her that she’d have to repeat senior year, but she wasn’t having that. She amazed everybody. I had no idea she had all of those extra credits – I don’t think Doug did, either.

She’s taken almost everything that’s been happening really well. I know that it’s just a matter of time before her dad tries to do something. I’m just hoping it’s after graduation. She deserves to have that. She craves the normalcy.

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“Bri, you home?!” Matt yelled from downstairs.

“Up here!” I hollered from inside my bedroom. It was nice to be in my own room. I love Ace, but it’s nice to be home. Matt walked in and nodded in my direction.

“Hey man,” he greeted me.

“Hey,” I replied. He looked like he wanted to say something, so I stayed quiet.

“This is about yesterday, right?” He asked to clarify. I nodded. I’m trying my best not to get pissed and to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Look, I didn’t walk upstairs trying to see you guys hook up. I didn’t even know that’s what you were doing. The door was open and once I saw… I couldn’t exactly look away. I’m sorry. I meant what I told both of you – about backing off.” He told me.

“I appreciate that.” I told him, before pushing him off of my bed. He laughed as he got up. “You know you have to apologize to Ace, right?”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“I didn’t even think to close the door. That’s on me.”

“We cool?” He asked me.

“We’re cool, but if it happens again, I’m kicking your ass – so, so hard.”

“Fair enough,” he agreed.

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Lydia's POV

I ignored all of my surroundings as I sprawled out on the couch in the basement and watched Ink Master. Just rub it in, Dave Navarro. This bitch can’t get any ink for like two more months. It sucks, but damn does he have such a pretty face.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Matt asked me, standing in front of me. I sighed and pointed the remote to the TV, pausing my current addiction.

“If you have to,” I replied, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry about yesterday. The door was open… and once I saw you getting eaten out…” he started. My face feels like it’s on fire. God, this is embarrassing – even more so because I finished right after I noticed him.

“Do you have a point?” I quipped, finding myself very uncomfortable.

“We both know that I find you sexy as hell and seeing you like that… I was mesmerized, but it doesn’t make watching you right. I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt my friendship with either of you.” He told me. I nodded, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

“Can we not talk about it anymore? It means a lot that you’d apologize and come clean. I just… it’s a sore subject… with everything… and everything. I just… it’s not always easy for me to be… comfortable with… sex and everything… Brian and I… we haven’t really done much and I just… can we not talk about it?” I failed to explain. Matt seemed to understand enough of what I was trying to say, because he nodded and placed his hand over mine.

“I know I was a dick for awhile, but I wouldn’t do something like that on purpose to betray your trust. I know you’ve been through enough crap. I just… It won’t happen again. I swear.” He vowed. I nodded.

“Thank you.” I said, softly.

“Can I join you?” He asked. I shrugged.

“I’m not moving.” I warned him. He laughed and got comfortable on the armchair next to the couch that I was currently taking over with my lazy ass. “As long as you don’t mind me drooling over Dave Navarro, you’re welcome to stay.” I assured him.

“I don’t mind. There’s bound to be some hottie getting tattooed at some point.” He told me.

“Touché.”

Notes

Watching the Lost Girl season finale. (I don't know if anyone else watches, but hot damn. The writers just wanna kill everyone this season!)

SO, I've pretty much plotted out the rest of this story earlier. You know how I said that this was turning into a monster of a fic? WELL, that may have been an understatement. I ended up with about ten notebook pages full off notes to translate into chapters. Lots to do.

New chapter up tomorrow!

As always, I'd love to hear your feedback.

Love,
Katie