One-Eighty (Westover Prep 1)

Bronwyn was shy when she first showed up today. She kept her distance with a couple of other girls she arrived with, but as the day passed, she got braver. I found it odd that she hasn’t called or stopped by if she was my girlfriend, and it was even stranger that she didn’t speak to me when she first got here. There’s a reason she’s kept her distance, and I’m certain it has everything to do with what I just overheard.

“Vaughn here,” Piper says, pointing to the boy I’ve barely tolerated since meeting him at the diner, “thought it would be funny to convince me that he liked me. He wanted me to show up at the party at Kyle’s that night to humiliate me.”

My blood boils at the thought of Piper liking this piece of shit, but I’m also angry with myself for setting all of this in motion so many years ago.

“When I showed up, he texted me to meet him upstairs.” My fists clench at my sides. “When I got up there, your girlfriend was in the middle of a three-way. Vaughn was enjoying her mouth while your best friend…”

She pauses, darting her eyes in Peyton’s direction.

“Apparently, Kyle was fucking her,” my sister says before Piper can think of a polite way to explain what happened.

“Is that so?” I look at Kyle for confirmation.

“You know how it is,” he begins. “All the JV guys have to pull a prank to get on the varsity team.”

“Hmm,” I muse. “So, you and Bronwyn were just helping him out?”

“Exactly,” Kyle says with a smile on his twisted lips.

“And you thought I would be okay with that?”

His eyes dart to Bronwyn, but it’s clear that they were both hoping I wouldn’t ever find out about that night.

“Okay with it?” Bronwyn says with a throaty laugh. “You were in on it.”

Peyton snorts in disbelief.

“So, I helped you guys plan to set Piper up?”

“Doing that to Mary was your idea,” Bronwyn answers.

Piper stiffens across the room, but I can’t focus on her right now.

“So, I wanted to do something so vile to Piper,” I emphasize her real name since Bronwyn insists on using the insulting one, “that I thought it was a good idea for you to suck Vaughn off while getting plowed by Kyle?”

The three of them share a look before nodding at the same time. They’re full of it and must think I’m an idiot if they imagine I’d fall for this mess.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” Piper says.

“You need to leave,” I snap.

Piper’s eyes widen as she looks at me, but she just nods and turns to walk around the group.

“Not you, Piper,” I clarify before looking at the people standing in my kitchen. “Get out of my house and take all of those idiots in the pool with you.”

Kyle opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but he sees the look on my face, and his jaw snaps closed.

“Now,” I spit.

Piper walks away before Kyle, Vaughn, and Bronwyn move a muscle, and as much as I want to go after her, I want to make sure they don’t damage my parents’ property on their way out. I don’t know much about them, but they seem like the malicious type. Peyton follows her out of the room, and I’m glad that my sister will be there to comfort her until I can get to her.

Bronwyn scuttles out of the kitchen first, followed closely by Vaughn.

Three-ways and betrayal in Westover? What is this, an episode of Game of Thrones? I started the series yesterday when I was avoiding Piper, and even while I was watching it, I thought it was just a little too much drama for me. That show has nothing on this bunch of spoiled brats.

Kyle stops beside me, and it takes all I have not to punch him in the face for what he’s done to Piper.

“Is this part of your plan?” He smiles at me like we’re sharing some sort of inside joke. “Are you trying to get on her good side so you can score?”

My jaw tenses.

“I’m all for it, dude, but I think alienating your friends to get a piece of ass is taking things a little too far.”

“Get. Out,” I spit again, seconds away from grabbing him by the hair and physically removing him from my house.

“I’m your best friend, Dalton. Don’t let a little sex with Bronwyn ruin all of that.”

Is this guy for real?

I don’t know how I know what they said were lies, but somehow, I do. Surely, I wasn’t so bad that I would’ve been okay with my girlfriend sleeping with other guys, and if I was that guy, I’m just glad he’s gone.

The thought of anyone touching Piper makes my skin crawl, and flashes of murder infiltrate my brain. Even if I didn’t really like Bronwyn all that much while we were together, I know deep down I wouldn’t have been okay with sharing her, if only for proprietary sake.