Unexpected

Four - Dick move

"Then become her friend first."

"Huh?"

"Befriend her. Be nice to her, and her friends. Find out more about her, leave her ex out of the equation. Don't be a dick. Be nice. Let her know you care. Really care. It might take a while, but she'll come around."

"Ah yes. Because that's what you did for Skylar."

He goes real quiet and looks up from his work, a sad look in his eyes. "I wish I did. Maybe things would be different today."

"You know that wasn't your fault, right? It was her dumbass parents," Devyn said, trying to reassure him.

"She wouldn't of had to go if I had just been friends with her. But I let my desires get away from me and I asked her to be mine."

"And she accepted," I replied. "That means she liked you. A lot. You only knew each other for three months."

"Yes, but that was too soon. Even you told me that."

"Because it normally is, but you two were, and probably still are, in love. That changes things in that situation."

"Yeah, well, we should just drop it. It's in the past, and now we have you and your love life to worry about. I don't think your relationship with her will be anything like mine with Skylar, so become her friend and see where to go from there. Alright?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, good."

***

"Mom, we're home," Ashton called as the three of us walked through the door.

Mom came to greet us, along with Elena, our twelve year old baby sister.

"Hey, how was school boys?" She asks, running her fingers through Elena's hair and smiling at us.

"Fine," Ashton replies, going up to his room, the two of us following after him a bit later.

I make it to my room and close my bedroom door, going to sit on my bed, throwing my backpack on the floor as I do so. Pulling out my phone, I go to Instagram and type in her name.

Violet Mae.

Up comes around a hundred results. I click on the first result, which has a profile picture of a girl that bears a striking resemblance to the girl in question.

Going onto her page, I look through the first few photos, and then I know that it is her. In the first three I see, they are pictures of her, her friend, and that guy.

There was a house in the background, and the caption read something about Junior year.

Scrolling further down, I see pictures of her and a guy who seems to be at least eighteen or nineteen. The captions all saying stuff of how she loved him so much.

Looking further down, I see that her style changed dramatically. She used to wear tighter clothes that accentuated her curves and make her look more like a woman than a child. She also used to wear makeup. It wasn't dark or heavy, but rather a subtle brown that made her eyes pop.

These pictures, however were about four years ago. Looking at the date, I begin to scroll further up and see that before her Junior year pictures, her last post hadn't been for about three years.

My eyes widen before I see that she tagged him in her pictures.

I go to his page and stalk him for a while, seeing how he posted pictures of Violet Mae in baggy clothes, obviously when she wasn't looking, and would put captions like "Look how good she is. Covering up and not dressing like a slut anymore."

This pisses me off and just as I'm about to say something that would piss anyone off, I remember what Ashton told me about being her friend before I try to be her boyfriend.

And none of that would work if I pissed off her ex.

Sighing, I get off of his page, and go back to hers, trying to figure her out.

After a couple unsuccessful hours of scrolling all the way down to her first post, which was a picture of who I assume is her youngest sibling when they were a baby, about eight years ago, when she first joined Instagram, and all the way back up to her last post a mere few months ago.

Shutting off my phone, I hear Mom call the three of us down for dinner, so I set my phone aside and make my way downstairs, thinking about Violet Mae and what that guy might have done to her.

Was she really the heartbreaker here?

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