Mistakes That Brought You Here - Chapter 4
Chapter Four! Enjoy!
So, the truth is that I don't want to find Tony and the other guys. This is pretty much my last chance with my family, and I don't really want to fuck it up, at least because Ryan believes in me. And so does Taylor. That means a lot.
Walking back to the house, I can't help but have that weird feeling that someone is following me. Let me tell you, it's not a good feeling. At all. "Bridget! Wait up!" Someone called from behind me and I spun around quickly to see a dark figure coming closer to me.
Instead of speaking, I stand calmly looking at the figure as it steps up to me. "Hey Ry, I just headed home." I smirk with a small nod.
"Where were you anyway? I looked nearly everywhere!"
"I was checking out the old park," I smiled honestly, and Ryan smiled back at me. "Remember when we were kids, and you would convince mom and dad to let us go hang out there? I'm glad it hasn't changed too much."
"Me too, now I just need to convince mom and dad to let you come to the same school as Luke, Manda, and I, and my work will be done." He smirked mischievously. Without another word, the two of us walked back to the house together and Ryan showed me the way into the house through the upstairs window by jumping up onto the table on the deck and climbing over the railing to the upstairs deck and then just walking through the French doors attached to Ryan's room. "See, piece of cake." He smirked as he shut the doors behind us.
I followed him to the guest room that would pose as my room for the next few days, and stepped in quietly. Mom must have left because we couldn't hear any arguing downstairs, and light under the door to what Ryan said is dad's study could be seen, so he must be in there. Ryan turned back to walk to his room, and I turned into the guest room. Sliding into the door, I see Taylor sitting on the bed and almost scream before I realize who it is.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." She spoke, and I hear a slight British accent in her voice, "I thought I'd give you some other clothes to wear, and tomorrow you and Ryan can run to the mall." She smiled honestly.
Wow, this lady is actually pretty cool. "Thanks, and thanks for earlier. I really appreciate it." I answer, and take the clothes from her extended hands.
"Anytime. I know you don't know me, and you didn't know your father and I got married, but I want us to get along. Your father thought it was best that you weren't here for the wedding or anything because of all the bad influences that are here..." She whispered and looked down at her feet.
I nodded sympathetically and leaned against the door frame, "It's not a big deal; not like I wanted to be involved anyway." I lie with a shrug, "Look, I'm only here because they couldn't find another place for me; as soon as they do, I'll be gone. Let's skip the whole, 'I wanna be friends' stage. I don't want to know you, and you sure as hell don't want to know me."
"Well." She mumbles and stands from the bed before stepping past me to leave the room. Before I could shut the door behind her, an arm came through the door. "That was kind of harsh." A voice spoke and Brandon stepped through the door.
"Yeah, well... I never claimed to be nice." I shrug and step toward the bed to throw the clothes down.
As I start pulling off my pants, to pull on the pajama pants that Taylor had left, Brandon started replying, "Look, I don't really care how badass you think you are, but you sound like a whore to me who needs to get her shit together. My mom is a great person, and she's never been happier than she is with your dad, so you better not fuck it up. They never fight, and I don't think it'd be right for Nate to grow up with separated parents just because you have an attitude problem." Brandon ranted, without pause as I peeled my shirt off and pulled Taylor's shirt on. Not many guys would be able to focus through that...
"I'm not going to ruin it for them. I just don't want to get attached, ok? Are you gay?" I ask more randomly.
"No, I just have a girlfriend, who's way hotter than you, and not a complete bitch." He replied coldly and stepped out of the room.
Walking back to the house, I can't help but have that weird feeling that someone is following me. Let me tell you, it's not a good feeling. At all. "Bridget! Wait up!" Someone called from behind me and I spun around quickly to see a dark figure coming closer to me.
Instead of speaking, I stand calmly looking at the figure as it steps up to me. "Hey Ry, I just headed home." I smirk with a small nod.
"Where were you anyway? I looked nearly everywhere!"
"I was checking out the old park," I smiled honestly, and Ryan smiled back at me. "Remember when we were kids, and you would convince mom and dad to let us go hang out there? I'm glad it hasn't changed too much."
"Me too, now I just need to convince mom and dad to let you come to the same school as Luke, Manda, and I, and my work will be done." He smirked mischievously. Without another word, the two of us walked back to the house together and Ryan showed me the way into the house through the upstairs window by jumping up onto the table on the deck and climbing over the railing to the upstairs deck and then just walking through the French doors attached to Ryan's room. "See, piece of cake." He smirked as he shut the doors behind us.
I followed him to the guest room that would pose as my room for the next few days, and stepped in quietly. Mom must have left because we couldn't hear any arguing downstairs, and light under the door to what Ryan said is dad's study could be seen, so he must be in there. Ryan turned back to walk to his room, and I turned into the guest room. Sliding into the door, I see Taylor sitting on the bed and almost scream before I realize who it is.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." She spoke, and I hear a slight British accent in her voice, "I thought I'd give you some other clothes to wear, and tomorrow you and Ryan can run to the mall." She smiled honestly.
Wow, this lady is actually pretty cool. "Thanks, and thanks for earlier. I really appreciate it." I answer, and take the clothes from her extended hands.
"Anytime. I know you don't know me, and you didn't know your father and I got married, but I want us to get along. Your father thought it was best that you weren't here for the wedding or anything because of all the bad influences that are here..." She whispered and looked down at her feet.
I nodded sympathetically and leaned against the door frame, "It's not a big deal; not like I wanted to be involved anyway." I lie with a shrug, "Look, I'm only here because they couldn't find another place for me; as soon as they do, I'll be gone. Let's skip the whole, 'I wanna be friends' stage. I don't want to know you, and you sure as hell don't want to know me."
"Well." She mumbles and stands from the bed before stepping past me to leave the room. Before I could shut the door behind her, an arm came through the door. "That was kind of harsh." A voice spoke and Brandon stepped through the door.
"Yeah, well... I never claimed to be nice." I shrug and step toward the bed to throw the clothes down.
As I start pulling off my pants, to pull on the pajama pants that Taylor had left, Brandon started replying, "Look, I don't really care how badass you think you are, but you sound like a whore to me who needs to get her shit together. My mom is a great person, and she's never been happier than she is with your dad, so you better not fuck it up. They never fight, and I don't think it'd be right for Nate to grow up with separated parents just because you have an attitude problem." Brandon ranted, without pause as I peeled my shirt off and pulled Taylor's shirt on. Not many guys would be able to focus through that...
"I'm not going to ruin it for them. I just don't want to get attached, ok? Are you gay?" I ask more randomly.
"No, I just have a girlfriend, who's way hotter than you, and not a complete bitch." He replied coldly and stepped out of the room.
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