Chapter 9- RYAN
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Chapter 9
Ryan
We had been together for just under ten months. We were going to be celebrating our one year anniversary in a few months. Things were amazing. We would go out to parties, drink, they would dance, and I would stand close to them, making sure no other fucker went anywhere near them. I would help them get back home and then I would stay over with my girl. It was coming up to Christmas. I asked my girl to come back with me to meet my mom, then we were flying over to her parent’s home to meet her parents and brother. I wasn’t nervous about meeting them. She was really nervous about meeting my mom though. We had packed everything up and were planning on an early night before the early flights the next morning. I was staying at my own place tonight- Julia and Emmy weren’t going to see each other for a few weeks so they were staying in and having a girlie night- whatever the f**k that was. Make up and s**t. I went back to my place that I was still sharing with Oliver. I hadn’t been around properly for months. I unlocked the door and walked into the living room, where Oliver was sitting on the sofa, a girl sitting naked, bouncing on top of him. “f**k!” I yelled, escaping the room as quickly as possible. “Ryan?” Oliver called “That you man?” “Yeah, it’s me, why aren’t you in your room with her?” “Dunno. It was quicker here.” He called back. A minute later, the door opened, and a very sheepish girl crept past, looking down on the floor, embarrassed. I chuckled. “Don’t worry love, it’s happened to us all.” She looked up, smiled and quickly left. I walked in still laughing. “Hey man, clean the f*****g sofa before I sit back down there.” “Haha! Will do. Why are you here? Don’t tell me she’s finally realized you’re a d**k and she would rather have me.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I picked up a book from the table and threw it at him, which he dodged, still laughing. “No, she’s having a girl’s night with Emmy, so I came home to finish packing before I take Julia home with me tomorrow.” “Boys night out it is!” He shouted, jogging into his room. “Wait, what?” I called. “No, no boys night, I’m taking it easy and getting an early night before the flight tomorrow.” “No, we’re going out. There’s a party over at the girl’s sorority house, we’re going. I need my wingman dude!” “You’ve never f*****g needed a wingman, d**k” “Shut up, we’re going. Now go get dressed. We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.” I huffed and walked to my room. I’ll go with him, have a drink and then come back home to pack. I won’t be out late.
2 hours later, I was still at the f*****g party. I was sick to death of it, I just wanted to get back and pack up my s**t, so I was ready for tomorrow. I certainly didn’t want to be hungover on the flight. I decided to walk around, looking for Oliver. He made me swear I would stay for at least 2 hours, and that had just passed, so I had to find him to show that I did stay. I had just turned the corner when a girl slammed into me, knocking her drink all over my shirt. “For f***s sake.” I muttered. “Ohmygod I’m so sorry” she slurred. She tried to help me take my top off, but I pushed her hands off. “It’s fine, I got it.” I said, I was f*****g pissed. Now I was gonna f*****g stink on the way home, f**k knows what she even had in the cup. I turned to walk away to the bathroom when she grabbed my arm. I turned to ask what the f**k she wanted as she pulled my head down and kissed me. I shoved her off me and told her to f**k off as I left. I pulled my top over my head as I walked home. It was f*****g December and it had been snowing. I was f*****g freezing, but I had no choice. My balls had literally f*****g shriveled up because of how cold it was. I decided to run home, knowing it would warm me up.
I got home 5 minutes later, freezing cold and shivering. I grabbed a hooded sweater from the sofa and threw it on to warm me up before I jumped in the shower. I wasn’t getting in straight away, that s**t burns like a mother fucker. I quickly warmed up, shedding my clothes as I walked to the bathroom. I heard my phone ringing and deciding to ignore it, carried on to the bathroom. I stepped under the steaming hot water, just letting it run down my skin before I started to wash. I could hear my phone ringing again. f*****g Oliver looking for me. I finished off in the shower and turned it off. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off as I walked to my bedroom. I grabbed my phone on the way back, checking the missed calls. 3. All from Julia. Huh. I was about to redial when it suddenly rang in my hand. Julia again. “Hey babe. Everything ok?” “How could you!” She sobbed. What the f**k? “What did I do baby?” I asked, completely confused. “You f*****g bastard!!! I don’t want to see you again, we’re done! She shouted, hanging up. I stood there in shock for a few minutes. What the f**k had happened? What does she think I did? After realizing that I hadn’t moved in a good 3 minutes, adrenaline kicked in, and I found myself searching through my drawers looking for something to throw on. I was out the door in under a minute. I ran all the way to her place, banging on the door. “Babe? Julia? Let me in baby, I don’t know what I’ve done.” “f**k OFF!!!” She yelled. s**t. A minute later, I knocked again, “Jules… come on, open up. Tell me what’s wrong. The door clicked and opened, revealing Emmy. “You have some nerve showing your face here,” she snarled. “What the f**k did I do?” I said, completely dumbfounded. “Seriously?” She scoffed. “We saw you, dipshit. Kissing somebody else.” What? “What?!?” I asked, completely dumbfounded. “Who the f**k have I kissed since I met Julia? No one.” “Don’t f*****g lie, someone sent her a picture of some slut sticking her tongue in your mouth!” She shouted. It f*****g clicked then, that b***h from the party. “No… No, it’s not what it looked like. I swear I didn’t cheat!” I tried pushing past her, I needed to see Julia, explain what happened face to face. “She doesn’t want to see you Ryan. Go home, fly on your own tomorrow and talk when you both get back.” “No! I didn’t f*****g do anything! Julia! Talk to me! Julia!” I was desperate to see her, to tell her what happened. The door closed on my face, I stayed outside for another few minutes before sinking down on to the ground. It couldn’t be over. No way, I would do whatever I could to prove I didn’t cheat. I sat on the floor outside her door for another hour or so, before finally giving up and going home. I got back home about fifteen minutes later. My hand was killing me, I was so f****d off walking home that I punched a tree, yeah not my smartest idea, but it stopped the pain in my chest for about a minute. I didn’t want to believe that it was over. I decided to leave it until the next morning and try calling her again. Oliver still wasn’t home when I got back, it was just after 1am. I got undressed and fell into bed, into the worst sleep I had ever had.
***Authors note***
No!!!! Can Ryan convince Julia that he didn’t cheat???
Keep reading to find out!
xoxo
- Writer
