Candy Apple Red-Book Two

Chapter 20 - Cheater

THREE YEARS LATER...

Brie's POV

"Oh, can I wear this top?" I ask Stacy as I search through her closet.

She slips her sundress over her petite frame before looking up, "Sure, borrow whatever you want." she says as she adjusts her bosom in her dress. 

"Girl, I miss being roommates. I can't borrow Patrick's clothes; they aren't pretty enough." I tell her, jokingly. 

"Well, that's what you get for moving in with your boyfriend; you should have moved in with me. This apartment is way bigger than our old dorm room," she says as she slips her sandals on. 

"You are so right. I miss you." 

"I miss you too, but if you are happy with Patrick, then I'm happy for you," she says. 

I walk over and plop down on her bed, "That's the thing, we were happy for a while. He just all of a sudden got weird on me. I don't know what happened. He was so into me the first couple of years. I guess he just got bored." I mumble.

She approaches me and runs her fingers through my hair, "Now, you don't know that. Have you talked to him about it?"

"I try, but he brushes me off. He says I'm paranoid." 

She sighs audibly and sits down next to me, "Honey, I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry, but men are disgusting and vile creatures."

"I should have just been single like you this whole time. You seem happy."

She clears her throat, "Let's just go have fun tonight. If he acts strange, you are welcome to stay with me."

"What? And miss the mediocre s*x with no foreplay? Not in a million," I tell her as I bite my lip to keep the laughter from escaping.

She snickers, "Oh God! I don't know how you will survive a night without it." She says with a sarcastic undertone. 

"I'm going straight to hell. I should never talk about him like that." 

"Honey, listen. I know all about mediocre s*x; I had it with my ex Derrick for far too long. Not to mention, you can tell me anything; your secret is safe with me. I would never tell a soul; I got your back."

"You are so right. God, I'm not happy. I guess I haven't been for a while. I need more passion and fire. He's gorgeous and hard-working, but he isn't cutting it in the bedroom like..." I begin to say before I bite my lip. 

"Like Seth?" She adds as she begins to massage my shoulder. 

"Seth was a f*****g stallion, Stacy. I miss him so much. Why do I still miss him after all these years? He's probably married to Rachel by now with kids. Anytime my family even mentions his name, I tell them I have to go. It's so hard to even talk about him."

She chuckles, "Girl, he must have been a stallion in the sack. You called his name out in your sleep for a year after you got here. I'm going to have meet this s*x God of yours." 

"It's too late; I am positive he's moved on. I haven't spoken to him since the night that Mariah had Georgia. He called me several times after that and left me voicemails. I deleted them all without listening to them. I regret that so much."

She glances at the clock, "Okay, the frat party starts at 9:00 pm. It's our last one before you graduate next week. Aren't we supposed to meet Patrick at your place around 8:30 pm?"

I glance over at the clock, "Yeah, I promise to quit feeling sorry for myself. I don't want to be a party pooper." I tell her. 

"Ahh... girl. That is nonsense, and you know it. I told you, I'm here for you when you need me."

I push off the bed and borrow her cute red halter top and black leather skirt. I spray on some perfume and borrow her black doc martens to complete the ensemble. I spin around and check myself out in the mirror. God, my buns look incredible right now, "How do I look?" I ask her. 

She inhales audibly, "Smokin hot... Now, let's get to gettin. Time's a wastin." 

"You too, girl, check that ass out," I tell her as she walks by; I reach down and playfully smack her ass. 

She yelps from the initial shock before she sticks out her ass at me, "I liked that, do it again." she says. 

I reach down and playfully smack her ass, "Yes! One to grow on. Onward we go!" she calls out as she points for the door. 

I roar with laughter as I grab my purse and keys, and we head out of her apartment complex on route for mine in my mustang. 

A few moments later, we arrive and park in my designated parking spot. I grab my phone out of my purse to call Patrick. It rings three times before he answers, "Hello?"

"We are here waiting for you in the parking lot." 

"It's about time, geez! How long does it take for you two to get ready?" he barks. 

"Stop, Patrick. Just shut the f**k up and get in the car!" I order.

He disconnects the call, and I look back in the rearview mirror at Stacy. She has her arms crossed in front of her chest, rolling her eyes. I can tell he annoys her, but she'd never come right out and tell me.

 A few moments later, he opens the door and hops in the passenger seat, glaring at me. I reach down and almost put the car in drive, but I hesitate. I'm seething with rage; he's acting like a douche bag right now and embarrassing me in front of Stacy, "Excuse me, but what the f**k is your deal tonight?" I ask sternly. 

He reaches down to turn the knob on the radio in search of a song, "Oh, are we giving me the silent treatment now?" I ask sarcastically. 

"No! I'm just tired of waiting on you all the time!" 

I can hear Stacy holding her breath. She wants to yell at him, but she bites her tongue. I know her, "The f*****g party doesn't start until 9:00 pm anyway; it's 8:45 pm right now. Why do you want to get there so early? Who are you so anxious to see?"

He puts his hand up in front of my face. I smack it away, "Don't you ever put your hand in my face again!"

He bursts out laughing, "Just drive the f*****g car and shut the f**k up!"

I turn the ignition and say through clenched teeth, "You shut the f**k up." 

He turns the volume up on the radio and begins tapping his hand on his knee, ignoring my comment. I glance back at Stacy; she is looking at the window, trying to keep quiet to avoid any confrontation with him. 

After a few moments, we arrive at the frat party. I park the car down the road, and the three of us climb out of the car. He walks ahead of us while Stacy and I stay close to each other. As soon as we enter, I know he's going to hang out with his buddies, and Stacy and I will wander off and find something else to occupy our time. The sound of music blaring over the speakers practically vibrates the house as we walk up the sidewalk to the front porch. A group of frat guys are hanging out on the front porch as we walk in. The moment that we step in the front door, Patrick spots someone he knows, "Hey Oliver, what's up, man?" he calls out as he waves at a good looking guy a few feet away that I've never seen before. 

I look over at Stacy, "Let's go find some trouble; what do you say?"

She grins and follows me out to the back of the house. We walk through the kitchen, where two girls are sprawled out on the countertop and island while the guys set their shots up. One guy leans over and sticks his tongue in the girl's mouth; she reaches up and laces her fingers through his hair. Stacy and I weave through the crowds of people in the kitchen and out the back door to the backyard. 

"Do you smell it?" I ask her as I scan the yard. 

She nods her head, "Yeah, let's go see who has some." 

We step down off the porch and walk around until we find a group of guys passing a joint around. I clear my throat, "Hey boys; you got room for two girls to join?"

One guy takes a puff and begins coughing, "f**k yeah, baby. Here you go." he says as he hands me the joint. 

I take a puff and hold my breath before passing it to Stacy. As soon as she takes a puff, I blow it out and begin coughing. We stick around as the joint makes its way around four more times.  After the fifth puff, I begin to feel a bit loopy and discombobulated. I glance at Stacy; she wraps her arms around my waist, "Let's go find some alcohol," she suggests. 

"Boys, it's been fun. Thank you for sharing, but we are going to find some booze." 

The guys begin to chuckle, "See ya, f**k ya later," One of them calls out. 

Stacy and I ignore the comment and walk back up the steps of the back porch and march inside, weaving through the crowds of people, "I wonder where Patrick is." I say as I spot his friend in the living room. 

She shrugs her shoulders, "Isn't that the guy he greeted when he walked in?" she asks me. 

"Yeah, let's go ask him." 

I lead her over to the guy standing by the fireplace. I tap his shoulder, and he spins around with a cheeky grin, "Hey girls. To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks. 

I lean into speak into his ear as the music blares over the speakers, "Have you seen Patrick?"

He nods his head, "He is around here somewhere with Anita."

I grab his arm, "You are joking, right?"

He shakes his head, "Who are you to him?"

"I'm his f*****g live-in girlfriend." 

A look of shock crosses his face, "Oh f**k, well maybe I'm wrong," he responds as he shrugs his shoulders. 

"I'm almost positive you aren't. Come on, Stacy, I'm about to catch this mother fucker in the act," I call out as I take her hand and storm down the hallway, pushing people out of the way to look into each bedroom. 

I bust in on three couples in the act; they yell profanities at me before I close the door. The fourth door I open, I am in shock at what I find. Patrick is sitting at the edge of the bed, completely undressed, while a Brunette gives him head, "Patrick! What the f**k!?" I yell out. 

I hear Stacy gasp behind me. He looks up at me, his eyes wide, his mouth is slightly open. The brunette turns to face me, and I realize it's definitely that Anita chick,  "Um...Listen, Brie...it's not what you think..." He stutters. 

"I'm staying with Stacy tonight, you will get your s**t out of my f*****g apartment tonight, or I'm throwing it all in the f*****g garbage! Have fun with this dirtbag; you deserve each other! He sucks in the sack, but you probably already know!" I yell as I storm out the door. 

As I walk out into the living room, Patrick storms out after me, bare ass naked, holding a decorative pillow over his c**k. Stacy and I pick up the pace out the doors as the crowd wails, watching Patrick run after us. He stops once we leave the house. I sprint down the steps and onto the sidewalk towards my car, "Um...wait!" Stacy calls out. 

I stop and spin around, "We shouldn't drive. Let's call a cab." she chokes out as she catches her breath. 

I stand there with my hands on my hips, gasping for air; I'm f*****g ate up with heartache right now, but I'm high as f**k, and I'm trying to get a grip so I can think, "I knew he was cheating. That mother fucker!" I cry out. 

"Hey, let's deal with it tomorrow. I'm going to call my friend Annalise. She will pick us up and take us back to my place, I'm sure. We will get your car tomorrow. Hopefully, he will get his s**t out tonight, and you can be done with him for good."

"f**k!" I yell as I lean over and begin to sob. 

She approaches me and runs her fingers through my hair, "You don't deserve that kind of treatment, stand up and look at me." she orders. 

I stand up with tears streaming down my cheeks, "Listen to me, you deserve way better than him." she says as she runs her thumb over my mouth and runs her tongue along her bottom lip. 

Holy f**k! Is she for real hitting on me? She reaches up and wipes the tears from my cheeks, "Don't you shed another f*****g tear over that asshole. I'm calling Annalise now," she says quietly as she walks off to make a phone call. 

Maybe I'm losing my mind. She couldn't be hitting on me. After she makes the call, she hangs up and turns around, clearing her throat as she approaches me with her arms crossed, "Annalise will be here in fifteen minutes. Everything is okay." she says. 

I nod my head and continue sobbing. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in. I'm a mess right now! It's f*****g unbearable. He was actually having a girl suck his d**k! I can't believe I walked in on it. My stomach is in knots, and my entire body is trembling. 

After a few moments, a blue Camry pulls up, honking. Stacy takes my hand and leads me to the car, "Annalise, this is my old roommate Brie; Brie, this is my friend Annalise. She is studying law like me." 

She opens the door for me to climb in, "Nice to meet you. Thank you for picking us up." I tell her. 

She turns around and smiles; she is a pretty girl with auburn hair, fair skin, with brown eyes, "No problem. Any friend of Stacy's is a friend of mine." 

Stacy climbs in the front seat, and Annalise takes off down the road and drops us off at Stacy's apartment. We bid her farewell as we climb out of the car and stumble inside her apartment.