Cheat On Me Once Shame On You, Cheat On Me Twice Fuck You

Chapter 13- True Story pt. 2

She gave him a hard shove on the shoulder, her fingers curling into a fist, though she kept herself calm. But the frustration was there, boiling just beneath the surface.

"You need to stop. Seriously, Blake," Savannah muttered, her voice low but harsh. "I can't keep defending this. You're digging your own grave with every move you make."

Blake shrugged, trying to play it off with his usual cocky grin, but Savannah could see the discomfort in his eyes. He knew. He knew she wasn't going to let this go.

"Why would you cheat?" she asked, her words sharp like a knife. "And why would you do it to her, of all people? You know Ashton's dad will probably hunt you down if he finds out about this, right? You've seen what he's capable of."

Blake's face went a little pale, but he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Come on, Sav. It's not a big deal. I didn't mean anything by it. And you know, it's complicated. You wouldn't understand."

Savannah wasn't having it. She wasn't letting him slide by this time. She pressed harder.

"Complicated? You know who her dad is. You know what could happen if this gets out. Why would you risk everything for a stupid mistake? For what? A few minutes of attention?"

Blake started pulling every excuse from his bag of tricks, as usual, spinning the same tired lines he'd used on other girls.

"Look, it's not like I wanted to hurt anyone, okay? I just—things weren't working out, and sometimes I just, you know, need something else. It's not like I planned to hurt Ashton or anything. It's just... it just happened."

Savannah shook her head, disgust creeping into her chest. She knew all those excuses. She had heard them before. Blake's words always sounded rehearsed, like he'd used them on other girls just like he was using them on Ashton now.

"You're such a hypocrite, Blake," Savannah snapped. "Do you even hear yourself? You've said this exact same thing to other girls. You hurt them, and now you're doing the same thing to Ashton. You don't even care about the mess you're making, do you?"

Blake's face reddened, but he still wouldn't admit fault. "You don't know what it's like. I need... I need things to be my way. Sometimes, I can't help it."

Savannah clenched her jaw. She wasn't about to stand by while he destroyed everything—everything she had worked for, everything she cared about, all for his ego.

"You've got a choice, Blake," she said, her voice ice cold. "Either you cut this out right now, or I'm done. You're not doing this to my friends anymore. If you keep up with this mess, I swear I'll tell Dad what you've been doing. And you know exactly how that will go."

Blake froze, his face paling. For a split second, Savannah saw the fear in his eyes. He knew their dad wouldn't let him get away with this. But that was exactly what he deserved.

"You'd really do that?" he asked, voice quieter now. "You'd tell him about me?"

Savannah took a deep breath, her resolve unwavering. "I won't let you drag Ashton through the dirt. Not again. You've already hurt enough people. If you don't stop, I'll do what I have to do. I won't cover for you anymore."

Blake opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn't find any more excuses. He realized, for the first time, that Savannah wasn't his ally in this anymore. And deep down, he knew she was right—he had crossed a line.

Savannah turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Blake standing there, trying to figure out how to dig himself out of this one.

Savannah knew Blake all too well. She knew the pattern, the excuses, the way he always weaseled his way out of trouble. This wasn't going to change. He was who he was, and she'd seen it enough times to recognize that he was heading straight for his own deathbed of consequences, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.