Page 31 of Out of Bounds
I already had messages from Quinn from last night and there were a few this morning asking how I was.
All the other girls messaged too but I haven’t responded because I don’t know what the hell to say to them.
I roll over and switch the channel to a rerun ofAmerican’s Next Top Model. Since that show was one that managed to distract me in the past, I leave the tv on that and eat more pizza.
But I’m not as distracted as I hoped I would be.
I keep thinking about what Bryce said. All of it. Everything. But mostly the last things he said.
I’d be a fool if I didn’t think about those revelations.
All those guys he listed off including Bryce himself were a bunch of jerks who wanted to take advantage of me. When they either stopped dating me or never showed up for a date or something like that I was so hurt. It made me feel like something was wrong with me, but then I’d see someone else they hurt too, except that girl was one they dumped. I’d thank my lucky stars I didn’t end up like that. Little did I know I was only saved because my bully made it so.
Ethan Carson stopped me from the bed experience of all being ditched and treated like I was nothing.
That’s the thing I’m having a problem with because I don’t understand why he was so mean to me.
Everything I think of makes no sense, because if he cared that much or at all and possibly liked me, then how did he end up with Amelia?
I shake my head at myself. I can’t think about this, or her, or even how I admitted years ago that I was jealous when they got together.
The admission of the latter made me feel like I had gone crazy. It wasn’t like I hadn’t grown up seeing Ethan with one girl after another. All beautiful model like creatures who were eager and willing to fall down at his feet and worship him.
What struck me senseless with her was, she was like me. I’ll admit she was prettier. A little like the model like plastics, but her personality was like mine. The few times we spoke she was super nice and one time I even ended up talking to her for three hours about natural skincare. I gave her recipes she used.
All the time we spoke I didn’t understand how she came to be interested in Ethan. They also started seeing each other just after that Muffin, and fish in my car incident so I thoroughly hated him by then.
I hated him for years after and when Quinn left there was no need to associate with Logan anymore.
Now I don’t know what to do. it’s weird when someone shocks you and you find out they weren’t as bad as you thought them to be.
What’s stranger is I’m thinking about the past more than I am the present.
That whole arrest thing really freaked me out, but in the same breath, I can’t deny I didn’t learn some hard truths.
A knock sounds at my door and I wince.
I don’t want to open that.
Please go away. Please. I’m not in the world today.
The knock echoes again then I hear Shelby calling me. It’s only because it’s her I get up. Anybody else and I’d leave them, even if it was the courier with one of my many packages from my shopping indulgences.
I muddle across the floor in my nightshirt and open the door.
She frowns when she sees me and shakes her head.
“My God you look terrible,” she huffs. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Long story I don’t want to talk about it.” And not when she looks like she’s getting ready for a Photoshoot for the cover of Vogue.
Shelby walks in and sets her Oakley’s higher on her head. She’s got her leather blazer settled on her shoulders so it’s just hanging there oozing style.
I close the door and follow her into the living room where she grimaces when she sees the pizza box and all the other food boxes I got.
“Bree, please tell me this is not you wallowing in sorrow.”
“It’s exactly what it looks like.”
