Tangled In Blue

Three Is A Crowd

CORBYN’S POV

Melani and I were getting along and still getting to know each other. I had taken her on a couple of dates and I was beginning to like her a lot, although I still hadn't kissed her-mostly because I was still scared.

We still hadn't defined our relationship and I wanted to take my time with her, I didn't want to rush into anything. Since my parents were not around I had asked her to come over so we could hang and spend some quality time without Blue hovering in the background as usual.

I was walking out of the changing room, my body aching all over, after a vigorous track and field work out, when I heard Blue’s distinct voice calling out after me.

“Hey, innocent!” Her voice rang out. “Wait up!”

I leaned back on the locker and allowed my gym bag to slip off my shoulder and fall onto the floor.

“Need a massage?” she wiggled her fingers enticingly in my face.

“I could kill for one right now,” I groaned softly in response.

“Unfortunately, I have a hot date so can’t help you.” she began to offload her books into her locker and then slammed the door shut, before handing me her car keys.

“You want me to drive?”

“I want you to take my car with you. Steve is driving us to our rendezvous so you can just swing by with it later.”

“Dorky Steve? The librarian?” Out of all the people she could have hooked up with?? Surely even I was a better choice? “He’s not even your type?!”

“Look who’s talking?” she said with a theatrical eye roll. “And before you judge me-I think he’s cute and-” she paused dramatically, “A girls gotta eat,” she drawled and winked suggestively before she twirled on her high heels and stalked off. “Have fun with Melani! I hope you do what I would definitely do!” she called out as strode down the empty corridor.

I had tried to get a hold of Melani after practice but her number kept going to voicemail. Guess, I was going to study on my own today.

My parents had won an all-expenses-paid holiday on a cruise ship so I would be home alone for the next three weeks. I dropped my bags just by the door as soon as I walked into the house and made my way upstairs. As I turned around and headed for the stairs I saw my brother’s Deacon sitting in our living room-well actually he was making out with some blonde chic and was about to rip her clothes off. If he was here it meant my older brother Chase was here too. He was back from college and it wasn’t even spring break yet-he was probably in some sort of trouble.

As I hit the top landing, I took a right and headed into the bedroom. Loud music was blasting from Chase’s room and my guess was he had some unfortunate victim in there. I wasn’t going to do get much work done today so I grabbed my laptop and decided to catch up on Vikings my all-time favorite TV show.

I heard my brother’s door bang against the wall as he swung it open. “Deacon!” he yelled. “Fancy a three-some??!”

“Count me in!!” Was Deacon’s eager response.

Suddenly my door flung open and Chase stood at my door-in his birthday suit. “Hey jerk-face,” a jagged smile grace his profile, he was reeking of alcohol. “You want to join in the fun?”

“No thanks.” He stared at me, but I ignored him.

“You’re sure??” He leered at me, arched his eyebrows with a lascivious grin, then stretched with great exaggeration. “I have a feeling you might know this s*x kitten...” he taunted. “I’ll give you a clue-she’s French...” he said in a conspiratorial whisper.

My eyes snapped up and I met his taunting gaze. “I’ve got your attention now, don’t I?” he gave a gry laugh his green eyes held a glint of something more than humor, but his lips twisted into a satirical smile.

“You’re lying...” Panic welled in my chest.

“She just showed up at the door for your study session. You know I’m always the perfect host so... I had to keep her company while she waited for you-” I leaped off my bed and pushed Chase aside as I ran to his room.

My heart dropped to my stomach as my worst fears were confirmed. Deacon was all over her like a rash and she seemed to be totally into it. She was returning touch for touch and kiss for kiss like her life depended on it.

“Melani!” My face turned white, and then she flashed over to red. “Don’t do this!! Please!?”

“Get out Corbyn!” her voice slurred.

“Are you drunk? Did they make you high so they could take advantage of you?”

“Just leave me alone-go to Blue. she’s the one you really want right?” Melani turned and our eyes met briefly before she continued to suck face with Deacon.

“You’re sure you don’t want to join us jerk-face?” Chase crooned as he stood behind me. “She’s pretty hot in the sa-” Without thinking I threw a punch and it connected with his cheekbone.

I wasn’t usually a violent person but my brother always had a way of bringing out the worst in me. He didn’t retaliate but he rubbed his face and sauntered back into his lair. "You know what they say, little brother? Three's a crowd..." He slammed the door in my face with a cold laugh, not bothering to lock it.

I went back to my room, sank onto my bed weakly and covered my face with my hands. How could I have misjudged her? I really thought she was a nice, decent girl and I was treating her like a queen, always being the perfect gentlemen whenever we went out on a date... I pulled out her chair, held her door open, never allowed her to pay for anything. The most body contact we had was holding hands and an occasional kiss on the cheek.

Why were women so complex? Isn’t that what every girl wanted?

My phone vibrated and I tried to ignore but the person got more persistent. I must have dozed off because the next thing Blue was shaking me awake.

“Hey, you...”

“Blue...” I squinted and rubbed my eyes as I sat up.

“I thought I saw Mel driving off with some dude in a black truck?”

“Yeah...”

“They were like all over each other-”

“I don’t want to know okay?!” I snapped.

“Want to tell me what happened?”

“Can I crash at your place tonight? I don't think I want to be here.” I didn't want to face my brother after what he did. He would mock me until he pushed me over the edge. I wasn't ready for that because usually, our fights got so heated that it ended up getting physical. Coupled with the fact that our parents weren't around to intervene...

“Sure. You know you don’t even have to ask,” Blue was saying, looking slightly concerned.

"Let me get my stuff," I told her.

"Fine, I'll be waiting in the car."