"I want our friendship back," she says. "I want to make things right."

"But you can't!"

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and my shoulders slump as Kylie bursts into full-on tears. She's so upset, so heartbroken...and I'm somehow the bad guy again in a situation that never should have happened in the first place.

I don't want to be the one getting in the way of true love.

I don't want to be a damper on their happiness.

But I'm not sure if I have a place in their lives at all if I can't just pretend I'm fine.

"Tell me how I can fix this," Kylie says. "Please, Madison. I need my best friend, and I hope you still need me—"

"I had sex with Quinn."

Her face falls, her jaw dropping slightly. "You...what?"

It's the first time I've felt empowered since I found out Kylie was sleeping with my father—the first time I've taken her by surprise and shocked her.

And now, I can't stop.

"You heard me," I say. "I had sex with Quinn. Multiple times, actually."

Kylie just looks confused. "Um...okay. Are you...you two are seeing each other? How long?"

I want her to be upset about it--but she's just so fucking calm, and that makes me even angrier.

"It doesn't bother you?" I ask.

Kylie shakes her head. "Madison...no, I want you to be happy, and I know that Quinn is a good guy. But...Gavin is going to be..."

She trails off, I'm sure, because she realizes the absurdity of anything she could say right now.

And I call her on it.

"Gavin is going to be what?" I ask. "Crushed that I'm having sex with his best friend?"

"I don't know," Kylie says softly. "I just thought that maybe it would be difficult for him...given the situation."

I roll my eyes and scoff. "Oh, so it's okay for you to marry my dad but not for me to have a fling with Quinn?"

"That's not what I meant, Mads," Kylie says, her voice small. "I just don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Well, too late for that," I mutter, feeling the familiar sense of guilt wash over me. No... this isn't what I wanted. I just want to be the one taking everyone else by surprise for once.

I don't want to be the adult in the room.

"You didn't do this because you were angry at Gavin, right?" Kylie asks. "Or...at me?"

I scoff. "I hope you know I'm not that vindictive."

Or am I?

Fuck, I don't even know anymore.

"You need to tell him," Kylie whispers. "I can't keep this secret."

I bristle at the suggestion, feeling a surge of protectiveness for Quinn—and anger for myself because Kylie kept her secret for so long.