Andreas P.O.V-
"Where did you go after the party, I was looking for you," asked Juliette. She lays on my bed, legs kicked up as she plays with the string on my hoodie next to her.
"I had to leave. Ollie got super drunk and needed a ride home." I explain.
As she lays on my bed, I grab clothes from my closet, packing them in my suitcase. I leave tomorrow for Washington with the team. The one thing I hate about going out of state is having to pack and leave at the crack of dawn. The only benefit is that coach buys the whole team breakfast, and after games, we get to go to the bar.
I loved going to the bar with my guys, drinking ourselves into a stupor, and flirting with girls way out of our league. I always left the bar with a hot girl on my arm, then the next day it would be another and another. Now, there will be no girls for me.
Not after Elizabeth.
She's consumed by mind, taken over my heart and body. All I think about is her, all I smell is her, and every time I have downtime, the moments we spent together flood my mind.
I don't think I could ever imagine myself with another woman after Elizabeth.
Before her, I don't even remember what my life was.
"Sounds like Ollie. I'm sure Jasmine was mad at her."
I chuckle, "Oh, she was." I finish packing all my shirts, then start on the pants and pajama bottoms. "Hey, hand me those pair of pants behind you." I pointed out to her.
She grabs up the pants, and when she does, something falls out between the two of them. My eyes widen at the clothing item that hits the floor between Juliette and me.
"Is that.... underwear?" She asked, slowly looking up at me.
I gulp, "Yeah." I pick them up. Instead of Elizabeth's blue underwear, these are dark purple and have the word 'Friday' written on the front. I smile, remembering the moment I slide them off her body.
"Are those Eliza's?"
"Yeah." I ball them up and throw them in my dirty bin. Then I resume packing up my clothes, hoping to get this done in the next few minutes.
"Are you guys back on good terms?" Juliette ties her black hair up in a ponytail, then jumps back on my bed.
I sigh, "No, we are not. I fucked up, again. I don't think I can fix it this time."
"Everything broken can be fixed, Andreas. You just have to believe." She says happily, smiling from ear to ear as she looks up at the ceiling with wonder.
"Ever since you've been with Adam, you've been talking like a poster on some teenage girls' wall. I don't think I like it."
"Well, a good thing for me because I don't care what you like or don't like. Just believe, Andreas."
"You know what, if I had a pillow in my hand I would-"
SLAM!
My sentence is cut off by the slamming of the front door downstairs. Screaming is heard between two high-pitched voices. Followed by stomping and then the shouting of my name.
"ANDREAS CHEN! BRING YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, NOW!" I recognize the voice, it's Bridget Pratt.
"What the hell is going on?" Juliette rises from the bed, concern all over her face.
"Probably nothing, I'll be back."
I walk out of my room, looking over the banister at the two girls from down below. Coming right behind Bridget was Elizabeth. Her features were contorted as she held up her hands trying to calm Bridget down.
"You called for me," I say.
Bridget's head whips up to the banister where I'm standing, hands held on the ledge. Her eyes turn black as her lips turn into a sneer. She points a finger up at me, "You are a dead man, Andreas Chen."
"What are you-"
"She knows Andreas!" Elizabeth screams to me.
Oh, fuck!
"I'm giving you three seconds to run, and I'm coming after you," Bridget warns me.
"Bridget, leave him alone." Elizabeth clamps a hand on her arm, trying to tug her away from the stairs.
"No, he's going to pay. No one gets to hurt you but me." My face squishes up, what! "Times up." She yanks Elizabeth forward, causing her to fall on the stairs as Bridget runs up them.
Her twist fan the air behind her, and since her legs are long she's able to walk two steps up at a time. Within seconds she's standing across the hall from me. Both fists are balled up as one eyes twitches. She and Elizabeth share the same face when they're mad.
It's like the wild west scene from a western movie. Where two opponents stand across from each other, the sand blows as a tumbleweed goes past you. In this case, it's Bridget's anger that blows in the wind, and the tumbleweed is Elizabeth.
"You fucked my sister!"
I hold my hands up in defense, "Look, Bridget, it's not what you-"
"Oh! So, you didn't fuck my sister for almost two months, then cut her off once things were getting serious?"
"Well, that is the truth, but-"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
She charges at me. To my luck Monica comes out of the room, I grab her up and put her in front of me.
"What in the world is going on! I'm trying to sleep so I can go back to the hospital. I'm woken up by the sound of screaming and yelling."
"She's trying to kill me, Moni. You've got to stop her."
"It's for a good reason." Bridget moves again, and I move Monica with her.
She looks behind me, "Why is she trying to kill you?"
"She found out about Elizabeth and me."
"Oh, fuck. How?"
"You don't sound surprised, Monica. Did you know about this?" Bridget edges closer, and I pull Monica closer to me.
"Yes, but-"
"YOU'RE BOTH DEAD!" I push Monica out the way, exiting to the staircase. As I run down them, Elizabeth sits at the last step.
"Let me go, Monica."
"No, you can't do this!" Monica grips her, holding her for dear life. I take this time to talk to Elizabeth.
"Are you ok?" I asked her, my hands roaming all over my body. She shoves me away, I try to hide my pain.
"I'm fine. It wasn't that hard of a fall."
I lift her head with my finger, making her look me in the eyes, "Why did you tell her what happened between us?" I asked, trying to mask my anger.
"She forced me to, I didn't want to tell her. It's embarrassing enough, the guy you like can't even tell you that he loves you, and then you find out he only used you for sex. Why would I want people to know that?"
I look down, embarrassed that she thinks that's what I feel for her, well, it isn't out of the realm of things, it's what I said to her.
I cradle her head in my hands, "Look, once your sister gets done trying to kill me, we're going to talk. I have some things to tell you."
"I don't want to-"
"Jesus Christ Elizabeth, it's important just say yes."
"Get away from her!" Bridget gets out of Monica's grip and comes charging down the stairs. I snatch Elizabeth up with me so Bridget doesn't step on her.
I start moving us to the living room, over to the wall where the kitchen is on the other side.
"I can't believe you slept with my sister! In this house."
"The first time was actually in my car, so-"
"Not helping." Elizabeth mumbles out the side of her mouth.
"What in the actual hell is wrong with you! You could sleep with anyone on this campus, literally anyone, boys and girls alike, and you choose my sister. And then, to top the cake, she falls for you. You knew you didn't do relationships, and no matter the girl, you wouldn't cave, and yet you selfishly let her fall for you. Then ditch her when things get high. She deserves better than that, get your ass over here Eliza."
Elizabeth stands in front of me, my hands are now off her shoulders. I stand behind her, as she holds her hands up, watching her sister closely. From the hallway comes Daniel, Doug, and Carlee.
"Why is Bridge trying to kill Andreas?" asked a sleepy Doug. I could tell he just got up when he rubs his eyes. Carlee rubs his back.
"Yeah, we heard yelling." She's wearing a juicy couture outfit. Daniel leans up against the wall, just entertained by it all.
"You guys are not going to believe this. My ex-roommate and sister have been sleeping with each other. Isn't that crazy!" They all just stare at Bridget, then each other. "Why are you all so silent, it's not like you guys knew. Right!"
"Well-," Carlee starts up.
"Are you serious, you all knew! I would have at least expected you to tell me about this, Carlee."
"Hey, it wasn't my position to say anything." Carlee holds up her hands in defense.
"Carlee told me," said Doug.
"I found out when Andreas was staring at Eliza's ass during brunch," Daniel confesses. I eye him, he laughs in his hand and shrugs his shoulders.
"Why are you overreacting about this Bridget, it's not that big of a deal," I say, Elizabeth pinches my leg, telling me to shut up. I look down at her, "What? It's the truth. With all due respect, she's an adult and can do whatever she wants."
"I'm overreacting because she's my sister, and she didn't tell me and it makes me feel bad because we tell each other everything. And the thought of her being used for sex and then being dumped pisses me the fuck off. I'm going to murder you, murder style. I'm talking about killing you in your sleep, dragging your body out to the valley, and burying you."
Daniel snickers, "What did I tell you, man."
He was right.
Damn.
"You never cared for my sister."
"Yes, I did."
"Then why did you hurt her?"
"Because I was scared," I confess. Elizabeth tenses up in front of me, her back is turned towards me but I can see the ridges in her back.
"Scared of what!" She screams.
"SCARED OF BEING IN LOVE WITH YOUR SISTER!" I scream so loud everyone in the house backs away, but not Elizabeth. Juliette comes out of the room, staring down at me from the staircase, smiling.
Slowly, Elizabeth turns around, her eyes are watering. "What?" She said softly.