Six:

After Adam dropped me off, I reluctantly walked up my driveway and through my front door. I knew that Patrick was upstairs in his room, passed out, probably with a girl that he had met the previous night at the club. I walked into the living room and noticed that Jon was passed out on the couch …with a girl on his arm. Anger rushed through me. What a great time to, uh, mess with him a little bit, right?

I saw his phone on the table and picked it up. Scrolling through his contact list I came across the name of Marie. Hmm maybe I should send her a little text message.

‘Hey babe, I’m at Pat’s. Come over.’

I sat down on the floor next to the coffee table with his phone in my lap. Awaiting the next message. She quickly replied.

‘Okay! I’m on my way.’

I set his phone back down on the table, stood up, and made my way over to the door. This was gonna be great.

Ten minutes later, I heard her knocking on my door. I opened it up. “Oh hey Marie,” I greeted her excitedly.

“Hey,” she replied, “Do you know where Jon is?”

“I think that he’s in the living room.” I then pointed down the hall to where he was.

“Okay thanks,” she said with a smile.

“No problem.”

I went into the kitchen and a few brief moments later, I heard Marie bitching out Jon. I smiled to myself as I heard Patrick wandering down the stairs and into the living room while Marie was still going to town on Jon. I let out a slight chuckle, the bastard deserves it. I then decided that I was a little hungry. Hmm how about I make something easy and see if Jon and Marie would like some? I quickly whipped up some fruit and yogurt and headed into the living room. “Sorry to interrupt, but would anyone like some?” I asked kindly. “Oh Jon make sure you ask your little whore if she would like any,” I said with a smug smile. I then sat the tray with the items down on the table, and noticed that Marie was still fuming. My brother looked like he was completely confused, and Jon just sat there glaring at me.

“Marie, Cole set this up.” Jon said harshly.

She turned on her heel to look at me, “seriously?”

“Well, I thought you should know what your boyfriend was doing behind your back… that’s all.” I replied.

“Well, then I thank you, Cole.”

That honestly took me off guard, “no problem.” I replied with a smile.

“I think I should be going now, I don’t know how much longer I can stand to look at you,” she spat at Jon. She then looked at me. “Would you mind walking me to the door?”

“Oh, of course not,” I replied.

She then shot Jon a final look, and we then headed to the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob, hesitated for a minute, and then turned to me. “Honestly, thank you, Cole.”

“Really, it’s no problem,” I replied.

“I owe you,” she said, while taking me into a hug.

“No, really, it’s cool.” Thinking of all the times I fucked around with Jon behind her back, she didn’t owe me anything. She then released herself from the hug and turned back to the door, “I’ll see you later?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, shutting the door behind her. I then headed back into the living room, where Jon and Pat were shooting me looks of hatred. “Is there a problem?” I asked with an eye roll.

“There is now.” Patrick said.

“Two can play this game, bitch.” Jon added in.

“Hey, you started this shit, Jon.” I defended myself. “And besides, what the fuck does this have to do with you Patrick?”

“Jon is my best friend.”

“Well, by the way your acting, I’d have to say he’s a little more than that.”

“Fuck you, Cole.”

“I think Jon already did that,” I replied and paused for a second, “many times.”

They both just sat there, glaring at me. Patrick looked like he was about to say something until Jon’s ‘girl’ woke up. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Uh yeah,” I replied rudely, “so how about you leave?”

“I don’t have a ride though.”

“That’s what taxi’s are for.”

She then stood up, looked at me like I was the biggest bitch she had ever met, and headed out the front door.

“Can I talk to you alone Jon?” I asked. Before he could reply, I grabbed him by the arm and took him upstairs into my room.

“Why can’t you just tell Patrick the truth?”

“You know how pissed off he would be if I did?”

“No he wouldn’t.”

“Yes, he would.”

“How about we make a deal then?” I asked.

“Fine. If I tell him and he doesn’t get pissed, then I will take you out to dinner or whatever. And if I tell him and he gets pissed, then I get to take you home for a night…” He replied suggestively.

“Who said that I wanted to go out to dinner with you…?”

“Oh, you didn’t have to.” He replied smugly.

I rolled my eyes, “whatever.”

Just as I was about to open my bedroom door, he grabbed my hand and turned me around. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. He leaned down to give me a kiss, but I turned my head. Denied. I’m guessing that he didn’t like that very much, because he grabbed me by the back of the thighs and picked me up. Walking me so my back was against the wall. “I’ve missed you, you know that right?”

“Yeah whatever,” I replied sarcastically.

“No, seriously.”

We just sat there staring at each other, I couldn’t deny it to myself anymore that I wanted him, and I wanted him badly. He leaned in once again, and this time I couldn’t help myself. We kissed, and I had to admit that I was craving this for a long time. He then gently placed my feet back on the floor and we headed downstairs.

“Patrick… we need to talk,” he began.