Page 1 of Savage for You

Montana

Prologue

You know what sucks? Waking up on your twenty-first birthday with a video text from your so-called best friend, thinking it's a “Happy Birthday to my best bitch” message, but no, it’s a fucking video of her riding your boyfriend Dylan’s dick like it’s their last day on earth.

I guess four years together means nothing. Asshole.

“What. The. Fuck?” I scream, throwing off my blanket.

Pulling on my leggings and my sweatshirt since it's the end of February in Ohio—and by the end, I mean the very last day—Jumping into my Jeep, my hands turning white as I clench the steering wheel as my heart is pounding in my chest.

I don't even know how I got here. I zoned out while driving, but in the blink of an eye, I’m here. Walking into the football house where Dylan lives and stomp up to his room not caring who I wake up. Pushing open the door I see them.

Holly, my now ex-best friend, is sitting there, smirking at me.

Hoebag, boyfriend stealing bitch.

Looking at her now like she’s a stranger; her short dark brown hair and her light brown eyes always made guys turn their heads to look at her. She was the Tia to my Tamera, and this is one betrayal I didn’t see coming. I think that’s what hurts the most. Your best friend betraying you is what hurts more than a stupid guy doing it.

She has always been beautiful and skinny. Skinny isn’t a bad thing at all, but when I’m made to feel less than because I have curves, it sucks—I’m automatically less than because of the weight on the scale. Women are already put against each other for so many things. Our weight shouldn’t be one of them.

We were like yin and yang. There wasn’t anything we didn’t do together. She and I have close birthdays to where we would have joint parties growing up. I don’t know what happened to us to make her want to steal my boyfriend.

“Dylan! Wake the fuck up, you cheating asshole!” I yell as I pour cold water on him, and he jumps up.

“What the fuck, Montana?” he screams, like the little bitch he is.

“Oh great, you’re up,” I say seething, hands fisted at my sides. I have never hit anyone, but man, I just want to punch the shit out of him. I'm going to keep my hands to myself, because I’m not going to let him take me out of character; my parents raised me better than that.

By now, there are a couple of people by the door, the ones that I could have done without seeing all of this. Theo, the quarterback and Dylan’s best friend is shaking his head and looking down not saying a word. What is there to say?

Then there’s Talon, he’s the defensive end on the team. He’s also my cousin and best friend since we were in diapers. He looks murderous, his hands are clenched in fists ready to fight the cheating asshole on my behalf. Our moms are twin sisters. Were, I have to remind myself. I don’t even have it in me to cry anymore. This is my first birthday without them. Do not cry in front of them, Montana.

“Babygirl, I don’t even remember what happened or why she’s in my bed,” he says, looking like a deer that got caught in headlights.

“Oh, no? Let me fucking remind you. You and her fucked in here last night, when you were “too tired” to hang out with me. You remember me, right? Your girlfriend! Fuck you, We. Are. Done,” I seethe.

As I’m about to walk out the door, I turn to Dylan and say, “I hope she was worth it, and I hope you wore a condom.” Turning to Holly, I say, “Did you finish the antibiotics from that STD you got from Jacob?”

She looks shocked that I’ve outed her. “Fuck you, I can’t believe you would say that! You promised to keep that a secret,” she screeches, her voice playing on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

“We promised a lot of things growing up, didn't we? You also weren’t supposed to fuck my boyfriend, and yet here we are. And now I’m the problem for breaking mine?” I snap back.

Usually, I would never tell anyone’s business because my mom always said that you may not be best friends with that person anymore, but you were when they told you.

“Why? Why would you do this to me, Holly? We’ve been best friends since we were in first grade,” I say, trying to wish away these tears that have broken through and just keep coming down.

I’m not so much upset about Dylan per say, but what hurts the most is her betrayal of our friendship.

“I have always wanted him, and you were talking about a future with him, and I wanted what you have. You have everything—the boy, the money, the life I have always wanted. It was easy. You let this happen. Dylan is a man with needs, did you really think you could hold out for six months and he wouldn’t find it somewhere else?” she finishes, like she didn’t just crush our friendship of fifteen years.

Her words slap me with so much force that I stagger backwards.

“Wow, I don’t even know what to say to that, except for thank you. Thank you for showing me that he’s really not worth it. I hope you get everything that’s coming to you. Karma is a bigger bitch than you’re trying to be. You are seriously delulu if you think he will be anything to you. He cheated on me with you. I may have gained weight, but you are just a fling, you aren’t someone he ends up with because you will always look for something more. You aren’t content with what you have or will have in your miserable life. You stabbed your best friend in the back for a guy who won’t want anything to do with you after this,” I say, and shake my head.

I turn to Dylan to say, “I hope she was worth it. I hope if there were more, that they were worth it too. I may have changed physically, but you and I both know who I am as a person. I hope you both know I wouldn’t have ever done this to either of you. I guess that’s the difference between us, huh? You’re not as great as you think you are. Who cheats on their grieving girlfriend? A fuckboy, that’s who.”

Dylan’s mouth drops open, and he says, “Honestly, I don’t remember ever even sleeping with Holly, but what do you expect? You are not the girl I once loved. The weight gain is getting out of control.” He drags his hand down his face as if I’m the one annoying him.

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