Broken Promises

Girlfriend?

RYLEE'S P.O.V.

"I'm sorry about everything with Madilynn," I say to Kaylen as we clean up the dinner dishes.

"Eh, she kinda sucked as a friend." Kaylen laughs.

"I know, but you shouldn't have had to go through all of that..." I continue.

"Rylee seriously it's fine," Kaylen assures me.

"If you say so," I chuckle rolling my eyes.

"So, you and Collin?" she asks nudging me.

"Not yet." I laugh.

"But soon, right?" she asks happily.

"I'm not sure, I'm leaving next week to go to New York for the month, remember?" I laugh lightly.

"You guys would make it work!" She says happily.

"Who's making what work?" Collin asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Nothing." Kaylen smiles.

"Yeah, nothing." I smile, winking at her as Collin wraps his arms around my waist.

"Hey, your dad and I are going to the movies, will you guys be okay here?" Hazle asks with a smile.

"I'm going to Freddy's," Alex says grabbing his coat.

"Can I go to Michelle's?" Kaylen asks excitedly.

"Uh, yeah that should be okay. As long as Michelle's mom is okay with it." Hazle replies.

"Rylee will you be going home tonight?" she asks raising a brow.

"I'm afraid so, family night with Noah and Melissa," I answer.

"Family night?" Collin asks.

"Yeah, typically Jake joins us but he'll be hanging out with Lucas." I smile.

"You'll come back soon?" Hazle asks.

"Of course." I smile lightly as they walk towards the door.

"Be careful, we'll be back soon." Hazle smiles before closing the door.

"What was that about?" I laugh.

"Probably nothing." Collin laughs.

"So how long till you have to be home?" Collin asks.

"I have time." I smile.

"Good," he smirks pulling me up the steps.

"Where are we going?" I giggle.

"To my room," he answers.

"Is this the point where you murder me?" I smirk.

"Maybe..." He laughs.

"Okay, close your eyes," he says standing in front of the door.

"Okay?" I ask confused.

"Just do it princess." he smiles, I do as I was asked.

I can hear the door open slightly before the smell of candles fills the air.  

LUKA'S P.O.V.

"f**k me." I groan as I open my eyes.

"You're an i***t you know that?" Lucas laughs.

"Yeah" I scoff sitting up.

"Where are we?" I ask, the surroundings unfamiliar.

"Looks different huh?" Jake asks sitting across from me.

"Rylee's?" I ask confused.

"The basement." Jake laughs lightly.

"f**k I've never seen it this clean." I laugh

"Yeah well, with all of us going in different directions now we cleaned the place up and took what we wanted." Jake laughs.

"How did we get here? The last thing I remember is..." I ask and pause for a moment.

"Daisy's dad punching you in the face for calling her a w***e?" Lucas laughs, I nod in response.

"Mom and dad didn't feel it was safe for any of us at the house so I brought you here to stay with Jake and me since I was hanging out here tonight anyway, mom and dad went to a hotel and Ellie went to a friend's house." Lucas answers.

"Why wouldn't it be safe?" I asked confused.

"I mean her dad did comment blowing our house up..." Lucas continues.

"Dickhead." I scoff.

"You asked for it," Jake replied.

"Yeah? What happens when Rylee finds out I'm here?" I laugh sarcastically.

"Rylee is at Collins." Jake answers, my smile fades quickly.

"Yeah, I'm sure she is." I roll my eyes.

"Here," Jason says throwing a bag of ice at me.

"What's this for?" I ask confused.

"The mark on your face." Jason scoffs.

"So, explain what happened again..." Jake asks.

"Nothing happened, Daisy just got on my nerves," I answer.

"And it made you explode like that?" Jake says curiously, rolling his eyes.

"Pretty much," I answer.

"Just tell him the truth." Lucas nudges me, sarcastically.

"I was just reading messages between Rylee and me from a couple of weeks back and she flipped out when I told her she didn't need to know who I was reading old messages with," I answer honestly.

"I mean she made it so you and Rylee would never be friends again, and then you made it worse," Jason says sarcastically.

"I know I was an i***t, okay?" I shout at them.

"Calm down, you were way out of pocket on that one dude. At least you know what you said was wrong." Jake defends.

"Rylee isn't a w***e, and she's right. I used to beat up guys who looked at her the wrong way and I did something way worse." I say rubbing my face.

"So, apologize for it," Jake says kindly.

"She's never going to forgive me for it, for any of it," I answer.

"She might, this is Rylee we are talking about, not one of your friends who could care less about you," Lucas says subtly.

"Yeah, maybe," I answer before everyone decides on a different conversation.

What Jake and Lucas said got me thinking about my friendship with Rylee, would she actually be able to forgive me after everything? I mean seven years we've been friends and we've had our fair share of fights and calling each other out on our bullshit but it's never been this bad before. She has punched me a few times for saying things I shouldn't have but we've never not talked for this long before. Typically, we take a few days and then we talk again but after all, that has happened, I don't think she'll be able to forgive me as easily as before.

She is my best friend and basically my only friend, we have gotten so close especially since the stuff with Lucas. I mean I basically turned my back on my brother to help her in the hardest times and even though she never asked me to do that I did it because I care for her. Was it because I was in love with her or because she's my best friend? I'm not sure, but I still did it. I think I crossed a line a long time ago and never found my way back to being just best friends with her. Boundaries are what are going to repair our friendship and I can't cross them this time, no matter what happens I need to keep it in my head that we are just friends and she will never love me the same way I've loved her.

COLLIN'S P.O.V.

Before anyone left, I went upstairs while everyone was cleaning up. I grabbed a few candles and lit them as well as some roses pulling the petals off and placed them on the bed. While Rylee was here, we talked a lot about our lives, I know she had a lot of things taken from her at a young age. If I'm being honest, I've planned this for weeks just waiting for the right time; not that there ever is one. I just wanted to know my feelings for her weren't one-sided before I made a grand gesture.

"So, how would you want your first time to be?" I asked curiously.

"It wouldn't be my first time, that was taken from me." She laughs.

"Okay, forget that it ever happened before. If you had a choice, how would it be?" I asked again.

"Candles, and flower petals. I want to feel like I'm actually loved by someone and not just a simple hook-up for once." She answers, rolling her eyes.

"Really?" I asked, laughing a little.

"Don't judge me." She scoffs, playfully pushing me.

"I'm not, isn't it just a little cliché?" I asked

"It is, but I want someone to put thought into it. Someone that cares enough about me to think about the small things like my favorite candle and my favorite flower." She answered with a smile playing on her lips.

"What are they, if I can be so bold to ask." I laugh lightly.

"Vanilla and white roses," she answered, with a smile.

"Wow, really cliché now" I laugh.

"Oh, f**k you." She laughs playfully pushing me again.

I smile thinking about our conversation before, it's now or never with us. She leaves next week for New York and will be gone all summer but we can handle that right?

I look back to admire my work, fixing the white roses on the bed. I want her to know I care and listen to everything that she has said, taking it slow or speeding it up. We don't have to have s*x; I just want her to know if she ever wanted to, I would do everything to how she likes it.

I mean three weeks we spent together and I always felt I tried my hardest to take notes on how she felt, acts, I even looked up how to help someone with anxiety and trauma like she has. I'm here for her in every way anyway, why not just ask her to be my girlfriend and make it official. It's what I want and maybe she will feel the same way? If she, does not it will hurt but I'd understand, she's been through so much in such a short time frame that I would understand completely if she said no.

RYLEE'S P.O.V.

"Now I want you to know, I understand if you say no, I won't be mad or angry I just want you to know that I was listening and that I care about you..." Collin whispers in my ear from behind me as he leads me into the bedroom.

"Okay, you are starting to freak me out a little bit." I laugh slightly.

"Open your eyes," he says as the door closes behind me.

When I finally do open my eyes, I'm met with Vanilla candles all over the dim room, White rose flower petals on the floor and the bed, spelling out 'Girlfriend?'.

I laugh a little before I turn to him, he has a small smile that begins to fade as I laugh.

"It's cute, and so thoughtful Collin." I smile.

"And your answer?" he asks shyly.

"Yes Collin, I'll be your girlfriend." I laugh.

"Good," he smirks before kissing me like before.  

"So, this is why you wanted to know huh?" I chuckle.

"Well yeah. I've been planning this for a little while now." He smiles. That stupid boyish smile that I like so much.

"So, what now?" I ask.

"Whatever you want to do," he says lowly.

"So, if I just wanted to hang out for a while?" I ask shyly.

"We don't have to have s*x Rylee." he smiles.

"You went through all of this and don't expect s*x?" I ask confused.

"Yeah, it's your body your choice." he smiled sweetly.

"And if I said I wanted to?" I ask smirking.

"I'd be okay with that too." he smiles pulling me closer.

"I think I want to," I whisper slowly.

"If you want to stop at all just tell me," he whispers, I nod in response before kissing his neck softly.

He groans in response before pulling me towards the bed, kissing me slowly making me want him so much more. He kisses my neck lightly before biting me, I let out a loud gasp in response. I pull my shirt over my head and he looks at me confused but continues to kiss me as he gropes my boobs, I fight the urge to moan before he stops ripping his shirt off, exposing his chest and stomach, which is full of bruises from earlier today. I kiss the bruises one by one; I couldn't tell if it hurt or felt good by the conflicted look on his face, I bite his hip softly making him let out a small quiet moan.

"Do you want to stop?" He asks, I shake my head in response. He flips me over pulling off my pants, then his so we are both in our underwear, though it didn't hide his erect c**k very well. I smirk in response as he kisses down my body till he settles himself between my legs. Teasing me ever so much kissing and biting my thighs and the area around me I moan in response to each bite, he pulls my underwear off slowly settling his face between my legs one more. Kissing my thighs once more before his warm tongue flicks my c**t making me gasp loudly, he smirks against my skin. As he continues to flick his tongue against my c**t, inserting his finger inside me moving in and out at a slow and steady pace, I can feel myself tighten around him. He goes faster and sucks on my c**t while licking it at the same time I can barely contain the orgasm and moans as I begin to reach my climax. I moan loudly and arch my back gripping on the sheets as I climax.

He continues to thrust his finger in and out and lick me until I finish, he flicks his tongue a few more times before he stops and takes off his boxers, I smirk at his erection and sit up. Pulling his c**k towards my mouth, I open wide and shove his full length into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat and gag, he smirks in response. I suck on him moving my head shoving his full length in again as he groans and moans trying to contain them, after a few minutes he stops me, pushing me back on the bed and reaching into his nightstand to grab a condom.

He smirks as he puts it on, before settling himself between my legs. He runs his c**k along my c**t to tease me until he finds my opening, he slowly pushes himself in as I moan at the feelings. He trusts the rest of the way in as I moan loudly at the sudden motion, he smirks lowering himself towards me.

"You want to stop yet?" he whispers before kissing my neck.

"N--no" I stutter through my moans as he continues to thrust into me.

"Remember what I said at the football game darling?" he asks.

"Yeah..." I say lowly.

"You're on top," he smirks flipping us over.

Fuck me.

I moan as I bounce up and down, barely fitting his full length inside of me before hitting my cervix, the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. He groans every time I hit it so I do it more, bouncing harder as his fingertips dig into my hips, he carefully guides me up and down at a steadier pace.

"What's wrong puppy?" I smirk bending towards him.

"You are going to make me c*m doing that princess." He smirks.

"Good." I smile sitting up, I grind my hips on him before I start to bounce again.

"f**k me Babygirl." he groans.

"With pleasure puppy," I smirk, quickly pulling myself towards a climax I was not prepared for.

"Fuck." he moans loudly as I start to go faster and harder than before. Our sounds mixed in a perfect melody.

"I'm going to c*m puppy." I moan loudly.

"c*m for me good girl," he smirks as he helps me continue to move my body. My legs become shaky as I start to feel my climax take over, he groans as I c*m, my body tightening around him.

"Fuck." I moan as I finish.

"Did you?" I ask shyly.

"No, but it's okay we can stop if you want," he says sweetly pushing a piece of hair behind my ear.

"No, you need to c*m too," I smirk, trying my hardest to continue as I'm so sensitive to touch.

"Let me help," he smirks.

I bend over on top of him as he grabs my ass and holds it in place as he thrust himself in and out, my moans drown out his as I reach another climax, he continues faster and harder as I c*m once more. He thrust in and out a few more times before pushing me down hard, I can feel his c**k twitch inside me as he cums.

"Thank god for condoms." I laugh lightly.

"I don't think I've ever actually came inside a girl, even with one on." he laughs.

"I've never had a guy do it with one on," I answer.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asks, playing with my hair.

"Yeah, did you?" I ask, kissing his chest.

"Yeah," he smirks, kissing the top of my head.

I climb off of him and head to the bathroom as he takes the condom off of himself In the bedroom, cleaning himself off with his shirt.

"f**k me." I sigh.

"Sorry princess." he smiles.

"I enjoyed it," I smirk.  

LUKA'S P.O.V.

Everyone sat and talked like normal and I checked my phone every so often just to see the time, preparing myself for the downslide of Rylee coming home. I know she hates me right now but maybe, just maybe if we were to talk about it, I could get her to understand I was just angry at her. The way she left me like I meant nothing to her over something she wasn't supposed to hear anyways, things are confusing for me right now just like they are for her. I was out of line when I told her I loved her, in more ways than one. I was drunk and just mumbling nonsense, though it was how I felt she wasn't meant to hear it, and I got caught up in the moment of being able to spend the night with her directly. Not that we hadn't had sleepovers before but it felt different and maybe it was all the Vodka I ingested that night or maybe it was just the talk I had with Bruce that made me want to tell her how I felt.

For once I wanted to man up and try to be the person, she deserves but when it backfired, I was the person she resented the most, while I moved on quickly my heart wanted her but I had to stop letting myself get hurt time and time again. At least if she knew she could tell me I wasn't her type or she wasn't into me, she made it clear in the note that she didn't leave because of me but she was a different person when she came back. She didn't look broken or confused, she looks strong and confident in who she is. I don't know how Collin got her to that part of herself that was always there but I know now that she needed to leave for herself. I understand she put herself first for the first time in a long time, how important it was for her to do that for herself.

I hated who she had become, how open she was with Collin just by the looks she gave him, and the ones he returned I know he knows more than she has told anyone else. She trusts him and I hope she's happy with him, in a way I guess I understand what she was striving for her entire life. Some kind of peace or healing and understanding of what happened to her, and if he helped her achieve that in some way then I need to be better as a person for her. Lucas said she had no fresh cuts on her arms, she looked as if she was eating and she has a brighter smile now.

Part of me took that away from her today, and I hate that I did that. I called her a w***e and broke what little part of our friendship I still had today, I stood by and let Daisy do and say things to her that weren't even close to the truth and then acted like a coward when she said she was pregnant. Part of me hates myself, sometimes I think I'm the problem in Rylee's life.

And who knows, maybe I am... 

Maybe there is a broken part of me that loves that she is broken too, though it is selfish of me to want her to be broken so we could be broken together. When her bright smile fell, I felt happier? 

COLLIN'S P.O.V.

We laid in bed for a while after we had s*x, just cuddling and holding each other like couples do. Three and a half weeks of flirting and talking to each other about our pasts and our mistakes in life, learning about each other, and finding out things I would have never guessed about her. She holds her head so high for someone who has so much trauma and who is broken, it's not beautiful or poetic though they make some nice poems about trauma. I've seen first-hand the kind of effect it has had on her, which changed my outlook on how beautiful or poetic it can really be. Mental health is hard, whether it be depression on anxiety or any other type. I've watched her spend hours working on the same paper because she struggles to gain focus on a simple question, I've watched her struggle to get out of bed though she said she needed to a hundred times. I quickly realized that it isn't something beautiful, it is hard and misunderstood.

I watched as she cried over wanting to hurt herself, how she pushed me away though she didn't want to be alone, how she thought she was fat though she was skinny and beautiful, how she refused a meal for three days but drank nothing other than water. I held her during anxiety attacks and kept my cool when she tried to start fights. How she tried so hard to keep everything bottled in when I was around but would sob if I walked out of the room for even a second.

I helped her as much as I could, I researched ways to help and even reached out to Bruce to talk to Alice on ways to help her. In every way or any way I could I wanted her to know she was safe with me, though I struggled at first, every day with her got a little easier and the more comfortable she became the easier it was to help her and understand what she has gone through. Although she kept a straight face and a steady tone of voice when she talked to me about her experiences, I could see her eyes glisten with tears she wouldn't let escape and had to remind her it was okay to cry over things she had thought she was past.

Without those three weeks I could have missed out on something wonderful with her, and no matter how this ends or if this ends, I want her to know what she means to me right now.

"Are you okay?" I ask confused as we sit on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm just struggling." she laughs a little, shaking her head.

"Do you need me to leave?" I ask jokingly.

"No, it's not you." she smiles.

"So, tell me, what is it?" I ask tilting my head to the side.

"I just can't seem to figure out this question," she smiles shrugging her shoulders.

"You've been on the same piece of paper for the last hour," I say jokingly.

"Have I really?" she asks checking the time on my phone.

"Geez, I'll just come back to it later," she says pushing the paper aside.

"It's tenth-grade algebra, how hard can it be?" I playfully joke.

I take the piece of paper only to realize it wasn't hard for her at all since she already knew most of this we had just done a practice test with the same question on it and she passed it.

Evaluate 9 150/300

"Darling you know this." I sigh looking at her over the paper, she just looks defeated in some way.

"I know, I just can't seem to remember the answer." she sighs, her eyes sink as she looks tired once more.

"How about you go get a shower and relax for a moment, you've been doing homework and presentations all day." I smile and help her off the bed.

"I need to get this done, it's already Wednesday." she hesitates.

"I promise a ten-minute shower isn't going to hurt." I smile walking her into the bathroom and turning the shower on.

"Fine." she sighs rolling her eyes as I leave the bathroom.

About ten minutes later she returns, she sits on the bed and I say goodbye to the boys and turn off my game.

"Why'd you get off?" she asks confused.

"If you need my help, I'm here to help you." I smile turning towards her.

"I'll be fine." she smiles, looking at the paper confuzzled once more, she sighs in frustration instead.

"You sure?" I ask playfully, she rolls her eyes at me.

"I just can't focus on it," she answers pushing it away.

"What would help you focus right now?" I ask.

"Can't I just do it later?" She whines.

"No, you've already put so much time into it and it's the last question. I'll help you with it." I answer sitting beside her and pulling the paper closer.

"Collin please..." she wines once more.

"Please just try one more time, if you don't get the right answer you can work on it tomorrow, okay?" I smile, trying to let her know it's okay if she doesn't.

"Fine." she groans looking at the paper and writing things down.

It's silent for a few minutes with only the sound of the paper and pencil rustling around the room, she checks her work once more before speaking.

"The answer is three," she says lowly, barely a whisper.

"That's right. Remember to staple all of your papers together so you can still show your work." I smile before removing myself from the bed.

"Thank you." she smiles.

"You're welcome, darling." I smile before returning to my game.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Rylee asks pulling me from my thoughts.

"Nothing really." I smile.

"What time is it?" she asks grabbing her phone.

"8:30," I answer

"I still have about 25 minutes until I have to be home," she says.

"I'm enjoying our cuddling," I say kissing her forehead.

"Me too." she smiles turning her attention back to the T.V.

"Please just leave me alone!" she yells through the bathroom door.

"Rylee, at least tell me what I did!" I say calmly back.

"Just go!" she yells louder, I sit on the bed for a moment before thinking back to an earlier conversation with Alice. Which got me thinking about her anxiety, how it could be a result from that, or maybe just her having a breakdown.

"Let me in Rylee, please," I say lowly through the door.

"I just want to be alone..." she says lowly.

"Okay, I'll leave." I sigh in defeat.

I go downstairs for a few minutes and let her calm down, Alice's words ring in my head. 'Sometimes she may just need a minute to herself.' I sit at the island with Kaylen while she talks to me about some boy that won't leave her alone and I jokingly make a comment about kicking his ass and she laughs while on the phone with Madilynn.

I look up at the steps and see Rylee standing there with wet hair and a few red spots coming through her shirt.

"Hey, I'm heading back upstairs but if you need me just text me, okay?" I turn to Kaylen and she nods before watching me walk upstairs, I pull Rylee into me and squeeze her tightly as she silently cries.

"Everything is going to be okay darling," I whisper as we walk back to my room.

"I just feel so empty." she cries.

"I know, but I'm here to help that feeling remember? You just have to let me in when you have thoughts such as these." I smile, reminding her that it's okay to trust me.

"Let's get them cleaned up, yeah?" I ask, she nods as the tears stream down her face.

"Would you be mad if I asked to go home early?" she asks lowly, pulling me from my thoughts once more.

"Of course, not darling." I smile.

"I'm sorry, I just miss hanging out with everyone else," she says shyly fiddling with her hands.

"You don't have to explain or apologize, you can leave whenever you want to." I smile hugging her tightly.

"Okay." she smiles kissing me before crawling off the bed.

"Come on darling." I smile, wrapping my arm around her.