Betray - Part 13.

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Dialing Aspen, I place the phone to my ear and wait. I hope she's awake by now, but knowing Aspen and how she sleeps I doubt thats the case. I swear that girl can sleep through anything, she even used to sleep through our band practice's back when we first started.

One ring.

Second ring.

Third ring.

Answer your fucking phone; I mumble under my breath just as she answers.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine." Laughing, I speak a little louder this time, "what are you doing tonight?"

"No plans, probably just sleeping and eating my feelings. You know, my usual nightly routine."

"Change of plans come to my birthday show tonight that we're playing."

"Where at?" her voice a little more excited now. I know how much Aspen loves coming to our shows, and I love her being there.

We've always been close, and I don't think anything could ever change that, even if I'm not home as much as I'd like anymore.

"Club R."

"Perfect! put me on the list, and I'm there," she stops before starting again a second later, "Oh! Wait, can I bring two friends?" she asks.

"Uh, sure who? I'll need to put them on the special list too... assuming they're also not twenty-one."

"I'll text you; I'll see if they want to come first and let you know."

"Okay but try do it before you are on your way, don't leave it to the last minute like last time," I start but she cuts me off with a scoff, then she chuckles to herself.

She's continuously leaving everything to the last second and always regrets it. I swear that girl never learns.

"Fine, I'll text you and see you later tonight," she gives in, a smile playing on my face now knowing I'll finally get to see her tonight. Last night was an absolute disaster and I'm praying she hasn't told our parents about not seeing me.

"Okay, good, love you, Ass-" I pause, knowing she was about to erupt with my nickname for her "What did I tell you about calling me ass!" she screams, causing me to pull the phone back from my ears, so I don't lose an eardrum.

Chuckling to myself, "Sorry, love you." I say, not wanting her to go into full tantrum mode.

"Ass," I mumble through a fake cough, I can't help myself; she's too easy to fire up.

"CARTER JAMES FUCKING GRE- "

I hang up before she can finish scolding me, her outcry so loud the entire lounge room fills with her hostile state, everyone around me laughs, even Nico.

Nice to see a smile from him finally, the second he came back out here into the lounge room he had a scowl stuck on his face.

Reggie strolls back into the lounge room, dressed and ready to go and smelling much better.

Thank god for that. I am starving, my stomach grumbling so loud I know it's eating itself already.

Later we are pulling up outside our favorite local café, we all spill out of Reggie's car. Luckily, he has a large SUV, or there's no way we could all in a car together, not with all of our large bodies squashed around Brodies small frame.

Inside the cafe, Nico and Reggie sit across the table from Brodie and I, no one saying a word.

The cafe is bustling with morning go-getters and excited chatter amongst the other diners; then there's our table sitting in the very back corner, sitting in unbroken silence.

"Okay, what is going on with everyone today?" I ask, to none of them in particular.

All eyes look back at me, puzzled. I don't know why they look confused, it's clear I'm the happiest one here right now, and that's saying something considering my mood swings since last night.

"Nothing, just drank too much orange juice last night." Nico is the first one to speak up and we both burst out into laughter; I glance over at Brodie trying to entice her to smile as well, but she's playing with her bracelet, refusing to meet my eyes.

Reggie is too busy looking at the girls in the far-right corner with a knowing smirk on his smug face. He probably chose to focus on them as a distraction or he just genuinely doesn't understand what I'm asking.

"Brodie," I whisper, leaning closer into her. I may have questioned everyone at the table, but her answer is the only one I genuinely care about right now.

"What's wrong?" she turns her face to me, her eyes looking, lackluster, empty, dead.

What the fuck.

"Nothing babe, just tired," she smiles, but I know its fake. She can't lie to me, or fake smile in my direction without me noticing, but I brush it off. She isn't going to spill all her worries to me here in front of everyone.

"Okay, are you coming tonight?" I ask her, desperate for conversation or held eye contact even for a second.

I thought last night she was having an off night, but seeing her right now, I know there's something more going on here.

Why does it feel like everyone's keeping secrets?

Am I just overthinking all of this or are all my friends and girlfriend plotting against me? Because that's how it feels.

The day passes, no one says anything to each other, I sit there awkwardly in silence remaining at the edge of my bed, not planning to move until I must.

Brodie left to go home around 4 pm so she can get ready for tonight.

I didn't have the opportunity to talk to her at all today, she made sure of that avoiding alone time as much as she could before she left, and I don't really feel like arguing anymore today, so I didn't fight to get her alone.

So far, this is the worst birthday yet.

Being twenty-one fucking sucks thus far.

I lay back in bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling I hear a knock on my door, I look over not bothering to move any more than I need to.

"What's up?" I ask, Reid stands in my doorway, leaning against my door frame.

"Are we good?" he questions, his body tense, nervous for my response maybe?

"Yeah, we're good," I insist, Reid and I will always be good with each other. I wish he would let me in so I can help him with whatever is eating at him because its obvious something is wrong.

He walks in further, taking a seat in the computer chair which is still sitting right next to my bed from where Brodie left it last night.

I almost want to jump out and tell Reid not to sit in the chair, knowing what Brodie did in it last night, not wanting to spoil the memory, but like it would even matter at this point.

I stay still resting on my bed, not sure what he wants to talk about.

"Look, I didn't mean to be a dick last night, I just drank too much and took it too far

"Look, I didn't mean to be a dick last night, I just drank too much and took it too far." he starts, I don't interrupt, he needs to get this out, not just for him but so we can both move on.

"Then walking in on you two, I don't even know what happened. I just froze not knowing what to do."

I can't help but snicker, knowing Reid saw us last night, well me, naked, kind of made up for all the fucked-up shit he did beforehand.

He glances at me, relaxing with a smile before he laughs too, the tension between us fading, and I see my best friend there again.

It's about time.

"What's going on with you?" I ask him, trying to get information out of him while he's in a good mood.

"Nothing man, like I said, I just drank too much."

I didn't bother explaining I wasn't just referring to last night, but the last few months or so.

I nod, dropping the subject, today has been bad enough we can talk this out later on, just no more drama today.

"Those girls last night were insane, fucked like porn stars." He says, his smug grin back in full force, and I smile back remembering the girls he had all over him last night.

Well, there was a lot of girls, so I'm not even sure which girls he was referring too.

"Which ones?" I ask, needing a little more information here.

"Black hair, big fake tits, nice round ass," he starts listing off physical features using his hands to trace outlines of the specific body parts, I laugh, "Reid, man, that just described over half of the girls at our party last night."

He stops, thinking about it, and burst out into a fit of laughter, almost falling off the chair with the force.

"Holy shit, you're right."

"I invited this girl to our show tonight though, so that should be interesting," he states a genuine softer smile now on his face.

Reid never invites girls to our shows for reasons other than sex, but that smile tells me this girl is different.

"Have you fucked her yet?" I challenge, curious.

Reid almost falls back in shock by my question; I don't understand why it's not a strange question for me to ask him.

"Nah, I just met her, didn't even kiss her, I don't know I just felt the need to hang out with her," he admits, and I can't think of anything to say, except that's impressive.

"This girl must be something special," I say, for Reid to want to hang out with her platonically before sex, that means something to him, in his fucked-up way, that's how he shows he cares.

"Yeah, I don't know something about her just got to me, I've never felt this for a girl before."

This makes me smile; I want nothing more than for Reid to meet a nice girl who can calm him down and complete his world.

He is a dick, but I love him, and he deserves happiness.

From an outsider's perspective, he seems like a complete piece of shit, but I know the real Reid. I hope one day he gives that side of him to someone to love and receives their love in return.

"Well, I look forward to meeting her, what's her name?" I doubt he even knows her name.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," he winks as she stands up, walking backward out of my room with a huge exaggerated smile, I shake my head laughing.

So, in other words, he doesn't know her name, and I was right.

That's fine; I'll make it my mission to find out tonight.