Page 11 of Only Ever Yours

Breanne: I miss you so much, Baby. Please call me back.

Fucking bitch.

She has known for years that I have had a crush on him and does this shit behind my back. I scroll to check for more messages between them, but it’s the only one. Jaydon starts to move, and I quickly put his phone back on the nightstand. Fuck him and fuck my sister if she’s doing this shit to me. I’m so fucking pissed at myself for falling for his fucking charm.

I quickly slide out of his bed, careful not to wake him. I can’t face him right now. My eyes are brimming with tears. Not because I thought there was actually something between us, but because I feel so stupid. So unbelievably stupid.

How did I not know he’s been fucking around with my sister?

My sister and I aren’t as close as we once were in high school. She went off to a different college ahead of me, and we started to distance ourselves. She made some not-so-great life choices, and I didn’t want any part of that lifestyle. I just never would have guessed she would do this to me.

I need to get out of here.

Chapter 4

Still six months earlier

Ellie

It’s been two weeks. Two fucking miserable weeks of self-pity and anger. How did I let myself fall into bed with that prick? I blame it on the alcohol, not wanting to admit I still secretly crush on him and his sexy asshole ways. I’ve been avoiding him at all costs. I’ve even made up excuses as to why I couldn’t visit with Haleigh because of this jerk. Fuck him. He fucking used me. I guess we both used each other, but still, it doesn’t hurt any less.

He’s a fucking asshole.

And I’m never making that mistake with him again.

However, tonight is the first time I will have to face him. Today is my best friend Haleigh’s birthday, and we are all going out to celebrate. No way in hell I would miss celebrating this special day with her. Jaydon has planned this entire night. I heard we are going out to have dinnerand then dance the night away at the club. He even rented a luxurious limo.

He might be an asshole to me, but definitely not to his sister. He treats her like a queen, and I might be a little jealous of that. I know it’s his sister, but I want someone in my life who will treat me the same someday.

It’s finally the afternoon, and I’m heading to Haleigh’s to get ready for the night with her. After my short drive over to her house, I pull into her driveway—immediately spotting Jaydon’s truck.

Ugh. Of course he’s here.

I just hope he’s not downstairs when I walk in…

I can’t fucking face him right now.

I flip down the visor mirror and cringe. I showered right before leaving my house, so my hair is still soaking wet, and I have absolutely zero makeup on. Looking like a drowned rat is not a great look for me.

I seriously look like death without mascara, and normally, I never leave the house without at least a swipe of my favorite mascara.

After shooting Haleigh a quick text to let her know I’ve arrived, I gather her birthday gifts and walk to the side door. As soon as I reach for the handle, I hear footsteps inside. I hold my breath, silently praying it’s her and not her brother.

The door swings open, and I’m instantly relieved when I see her standing there, wrapped in her silky robe with a huge smile on her face.

Thank God it’s not him.

“Hey… my favorite birthday Bitch!” I squeal, stepping forward and pulling my bestie into a tight, overdramatic side hug.

She laughs into my shoulder. “Ells, you're so extra. Get in here before the neighbors think we're crazy,” she giggles, clearly entertained by my usual chaos.

“Girl, they’ve met me! Ryan's family already knows I’m crazy,” I smirk, “Happy birthday!” Stepping inside, I hand her a bouquet of sunflowers and balloons. “Oh, and don’t worry, I have a whole bottle of vodka tucked into this bag.” My eyes cut to the bag hanging on my shoulder.

She laughs, “You're a whole mess. Thank you so much!” she says, setting everything down on the kitchen counter.

I pop a brow, “Well apparently, I’m your mess, and I’m super freaking hyped for tonight... Now, tell me you’ve picked the dress, because we have lots to do before we head out later.”

She groans dramatically, flopping against the counter, popping out her bottom lip. “I still haven’t picked one. I need help. I want sexy… but not too sexy.”

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