Let me preface this by saying I was not a public confrontation person. I only got nervous whenever big relationship fights broke out on the subway in movies, and I would never confront my cheating boyfriend in front of a large group of people. My high school boyfriend and Dylan could both attest to the fact that I was overall pretty gullible and weak; I would do whatever they wanted, no questions asked. I was also pretty awkward and I constantly worried about what others thought of me. It was very, very unlike me to rush into Todd and Jason's crowded house yelling. That's how you know I was mad.
I barely had my car in park before I jumped out, fast walking up to the door and ringing the bell over and over for a good thirty seconds until a confused Brandon answered.
"Oh, hey Sloane. David said you weren't—"
"Where is that little bitch?" I asked, practically shoving my way through the door and into the house. Inside were Todd, Corinna, Jason, Trisha, and Jonah, but my eyes stayed focused on my shocked boyfriend. He knew why I was there.
The smug smiles and willingness to bring my mom out made so much more sense now. He had already promised she could come. He had planned the whole thing.
"How fucking dare you."
"Let's talk outside," David motioned towards the back doors, but I couldn't even comprehend his words.
"You contacted my mother? The one I said I hated? Behind my fucking back?" I asked incredulously, even though I knew the answer. No one else would've told her. Aaliyah cringed any time I mentioned my mom's name, and Dylan was crazy, but probably not smart enough to track down my mom. Plus, I had her blocked previously on Facebook, and Dylan had no opportunities to unblock her. No one else made sense. It had to be David. "And I thought the Liza thing was low! God, what's next, David?"
"Look, come outside, and we can talk," he was trying to approach me, but I just kept backing away. He was practically begging me with his little puppy dog eyes and his hands clasped in front of his chest, but I had to stay strong and remember why I was mad in the first place.
"Don't worry, David. I'm not going to tell all your friends your little secrets," at this point, his friends were slowly filtering out of the room to give us some privacy, but I could tell I got their attention. Technically, the only ones who didn't know I was pregnant were Jonah, Brandon, and Trisha, but they didn't know if I was possibly hiding something else too. "I guess I'm not as shitty of a person as you. I just cannot believe after what happened last week you would do this, knowing how I felt about—"
"She found me!" he blurted, and the room went silent. You could hear a pin drop up until everyone finished shuffling out of the room, leaving David and I alone.
"What?" my voice went back to normal volume. I was shaking at this point, and so, so confused.
"Your mom was tweeting me about you," he raised his eyebrows, approaching me. I didn't back away this time. "She has been worried about you for years. I'll admit, I did unblock her on Facebook. I heard her side of the story, and I thought you should communicate. It sounded just like you. You didn't need to hate her, and it wasn't fair. I thought it would help."
"You don't get to decide that, though," I tried to explain why I was angry, maybe as much to myself as to David. "And you definitely don't get to tell her I'm... you know. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"It slipped," he shrugged at first, but when I zeroed in my glare on him, he quickly added, "I didn't know if you were going to message her back. I thought she deserved to know."
"That's not your decision!" I threw my hands up in exasperation. "You're not my parent! You don't get to decide what I do and when I do it! You're my boyfriend, and a pretty shitty one at that!"
"You needed to talk to her," he argued back. I couldn't tell if he was stubborn or simply lost all his hearing overnight. The fact that he wasn't picking up what I was putting down when it made complete sense to me was beyond frustrating.
I scoffed, "Are you even listening to me? It's not your choice! It's mine! You forced it on me!"
"Look, she wanted to know how her daughter was. I wasn't going to hold that back. She was fucking desperate, Sloane. Desperate," he repeated, taking a seat back on the couch and gesturing for me to do the same. I stayed standing.
"Do you understand that what you did was wrong?" I tilted my head to the side in genuine curiosity. "It isn't your right to meddle in other people's business, especially my family life. You don't get to do that. I get that you let your fame get to your head sometimes, but that's a little out of touch, David. If you don't see that that's wrong, I think we should see a doctor."
"She came to me!" he tried to defend himself, and I rolled my eyes. "Listen, I'm sorry. If that's what you want to hear, I'm sorry."
"If you're just telling me that because it's what I want to hear and not because you mean it—"
"I'm not," David quickly interrupted, sensing the fight about to rise up again. "You're right. I shouldn't have said anything to your mom without your permission. My mistake."
"Okay," I sighed, flopping onto the couch. "Sorry for yelling. You made me mad."
"I know," he laid his head on my shoulder. "We fight a lot."
"You do stupid things a lot."
"Touché," he chuckled, grabbing my hand and beginning to play with my fingers. I ignored the butterflies fluttering away in my stomach. They meant nothing. I would feel that way if anyone touched me. "We're going to have to kiss a lot when we let them come back in here. You kinda fucked up the whole plan."
"Why?" I furrowed my brows, almost forgetting we were dating to all the people in the room.
"Because you're my girlfriend," he said in a mocking tone. "Jesus... that contract fucking sucks. We need to get rid of that thing, right? Pretending we're dating is awful."
"...Right," I nodded, tugging my ponytail tighter.
I knew enough about myself to know I was lying.
hi little rant does it irk anyone else when someone complains about their main characters and how dramatic they are??? like my main characters are extensions of myself and i am pretty dramatic but i see a reason for every single fight ive ever written u know, they just dont come out of nowhere. some people see them as dramatic and annoying and im like ?? are u reading the book? there is a clear reason my characters act the way they do????? anyways im just lowkey annoyed i feel like theyre calling me dramatic and annoying lol my ocs are my babies
i hope u enjoyed this chapter! i literally wanted to use the line "its just a contract, right?" "right" for so long but i deadass have no clue how to use it so i had to change it :((((
i hope u guys have a lovely morning!! ill see u tonight or maybe tomorrow im not sure lol xoxox abby