12 | she knows

"i don't know bruh," i told harley. "she's gonna hate me eventually."

"then go get her ass!" she told me.

"she won't talk to me," i shrugged. "and i don't blame her."

"well yeah i mean if you fucked me then went back to your terrible girlfriend the next day, i'd be mad too," she nodded.

i sighed.

harley and i have been friends for years ever since we met at a figure skating competition in LA. she's so cute with her dark orange curly hair.

but from the jump, she was always skeptical about paige cause she saw some stuff go down before. but i never fully told her what was happening.

but after seeing the stitches on my face, she somehow knew. it's like something just clicked in her. smart ass.

so i ended up telling her what was going on, but i begged her to stay out of it and let me handle it. but she said if she ever calls me and i don't answer the phone, she's calling the cops immediately.

ok anyway..

"she probably thinks you fucking used her for sex to cope with what happened that night," she suggested.

"that's not the case though," i shook my head. "i just wanted her so bad. i always want her."

"so none of it was to try and forget what had happened?" she rose her eyebrows.

"no... i don't know," i shook my head. "either way i still wanted her."

"but saylor babe," harley started as she sat at my kitchen island in my apartment. "if you know billie likes you, then why can't you just-"

"she has a boyfriend still," i explained. "i don't think she likes me like that."

"well yeah i guess," she nodded, dipping a chip in salsa and eating it.

"plus," i added. "it's not as easy as everyone fucking thinks. paige is manipulative as fuck. and knowing that doesn't make it easy to ignore."

harley just nodded.

"like when someone is constantly threatening to do all these bad things to you if you leave them alone," i squinted. "how am i supposed to just walk away?"

"i get that," she said. "so how did she react to you bringing billie to whoop her ass?"

"i didn't even know billie was gonna do that," i chuckled as i shook my head. "but it did feel good to see paige the next day bruised in the face. and plus it was also really hot to see billie be overprotective of me."

"isn't she always?"

"yes," i told her.

"and so paige didn't fuss at you at all for billie doing that?"

"um," i scratched my neck. "no, surprisingly."

harley just rose her eyebrows.

- billie's pov -

"what's that?" i asked tatum as i watched her laptop screen while she was on it.

"moony and paige's registry for the wedding," she said lowly.

i just rolled my eyes. "oh god."

some time has passed and though i haven't talked to saylor, im not as sad about the situation anymore. taking time to myself has been helping but i do kinda miss her stupid ass.

i just hope she's ok.

tatum started scrolling through their registry list while i sat to the side, making myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"i don't know which to get them," tate sighed. "i was gonna get them this really nice set of glassware but saylor kept mentioning these security cameras."

"security cameras?" i looked at her with my eyebrows furrowed.

"yeah," tate laughed. "she said she wanted them since she's in a new neighborhood."

"mhm," i said, knowing saylor lied to her face.

"i don't know though," she shrugged. "the glassware was gonna be really cute."

"get the cameras for sure," i told her.

"really?" tate furrowed her eyebrows in disappointment.

"really."

she looked up in thought. "but the glassware is more special, so ima just get that."

i just playfully rolled my eyes.

"so how was the dress fitting the other day?" i asked.

"it was really good," she nodded. "all of our dresses fit perfectly!"

"did um," i hesitated. "did saylor find the dress?"

tatum hesitated, not looking at me cause she knows i don't wanna know but i do at the same time.

"yeah," she nodded. "yeah she did."

"is it pretty?" i rose my eyebrows. "cmon its okay you can tell me, im fine."

tate looked at me and sighed. "yeah um its actually pretty fucking beautiful to say the least."

i smiled at the thought of it. "good."

"yeah," she nodded. "it was cool. being maid of honor is even cooler."

"i bet," i laughed. "but uh when is saylor's family coming to town for it?"

"oh," tatum looked down. "they're not coming."

i furrowed my eyebrows. "oh," i said.

tatum didn't say why and based on the look on her face, i wasn't going to ask cause i can tell she didn't wanna talk about it.

"ugh all this shit is so stressful," she groaned.

"what?"

"paige has rushed this entire fucking wedding," she shook her head. "like damn who proposes and wants to get married in the next 2 or 3 months?"

"yeah doesn't that seem suspicious to you?" i bucked my eyes.

tate looked at me. "you don't think i know paige's possessive ass wants to marry moony and take her back to palm springs immediately?"

"wait how do you know-"

"moony told me," she sighed. "after they get married, she's probably gonna break her lease and move back to palm springs."

"does she want to?"

"nope," tate shook her head. "but she just wants to make paige happy," she rolled her eyes.

or she just wants to stay alive.

"well," i started. "why would paige want to move her so eagerly?"

she chuckled. "probably to get her away from you."

"ugh," i groaned. "i hate that girl."

tate just laughed.

"why can't you try to convince saylor to do what she wants?" i asked tate.

"billie if i convinced moony to do what she wants, she'd probably marry you instead of paige," she looked at me.

"wait what makes you say that?"

"as many times as she's texted my phone, checking on you and asking where you are," tate started. "it's clear that she cares a lot about you, and misses you."

i rolled my eyes. "i don't know. it seems like she's moved passed me."

"how you figure?" tate asked. "cause she stopped reaching out to you after you kept ignoring her?"

i just squinted.

"exactly," she chuckled. "it's okay. cause you're coming with me to their dinner party friday night."

"no the hell im not," i quickly shook my head.

"oh yes you are," she rose her eyebrows. "paige's friends are throwing it and i don't wanna go alone. plus, saylor would love to see you."

"oh for the love of fuck," i face palmed.

-

it's the weekend and im in the car with tatum, on our way to saylor and her bitch's little pre wedding dinner party thingy.

im nervous as fuck cause i haven't seen saylor in awhile and last time i saw her bitch, i beat her ass. so i doubt she'll be excited to see me.

during the car ride to saylor's apartment (where the party was), i was biting my tongue so hard but i couldn't anymore. i had too many questions.

"hey tate," i looked at my dear friend.

"mhm?" she answered, still looking at the road.

"do you um," i started. "know any reason why anyone would call saylor a lost cause?"

tatum turned her head to me almost immediately. "why do you ask?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"because.."

"she told you someone called her that?" she rose her eyebrows.

"no someone called her that to me," i said.

"are you being for real orrrr?"

"what do you mean?" i looked at her.

"cause the only person who has ever called her that is paige," tatum said. "so unless you've been talking to paige-"

"we did talk."

"the fuck?" tate looked at me. "when?"

"long ago," i shook my head. "around the time when they got engaged. she confronted me in a fucking grocery store telling me to stay away from saylor and that she was a lost cause."

tatum sighed. "sometimes when they'd argue, paige would call moony a lost cause to make her feel bad about everything that has gone wrong in her life. it triggers moony every time."

oh my god, that's why saylor kind of paused when paige had called her that the night that we fought.

"it's really fucked up," tate continued.

"well she also told me that- that um saylor got kicked off the team in palm springs," i looked at her. "is that true?"

tatum looked at me with so much confusion and disbelief, but also disgust. "paige told you that?"

i just nodded.

"so," she nodded, now irritated. "she told you that moony got kicked off the team but didn't tell you that it was her fault."

"what?" i expressed.

tate just rolled her eyes. "moony was here in LA for a competition and paige showed up drunk. she made the biggest scene with moony and ended up getting her disqualified, so they kicked her off the team."

my eyes widened a bit. "oh my god, what- why-"

"i don't know i wasn't there. i had to work," she shook her head. "moony wouldn't give me details because she was so upset. but her friend harley was there and saw the whole thing so she ran me in on it."

"i can't believe this," i said lowly.

"did paige also mention to you that the reason saylor's family won't come to the wedding is cause she made saylor stop talking to them?"

"the fuck?" i expressed.

i looked over at tatum and i could see her getting pissed off just thinking. so i just stopped asking questions.

we pulled up to saylor's place and got out of the car. "hey, you good?" i asked tate.

"yeah," she took a deep breath. "i just can't believe paige would talk about saylor like that to you."

the look in tatum's eyes let me know she was slowly starting to catch on to how bad of a person paige is. i could see the disgust for her rising and rising.

and after hearing more shit that paige has done to sabotage saylor, i hate her even more. and i feel even more bad for my girl.

we walked in, and it was all decorated inside with hors d'oeuvres and drinks everywhere. it was mostly people who i'd never seen before so im assuming they're all paige's friends.

tatum spotted saylor from behind and we walked over to where she was. she was standing next to her bitch, talking to her friends.

we walked up to her and tate tapped saylor's shoulder, prompting her to turn around.

"oh my god!" saylor exclaimed with the biggest smile as she hugged tatum. "hi!"

"hi honey!" tatum smiled as she hugged saylor back.

she looked so beautiful.

she had this dress on with her hair half, half down with a white ribbon on it, being all coquette and what not.

she looked ever so shocked to see me. "oh," she said lowly. "h- hi."

"hi," i couldn't help but to smile. "you look beautiful."

"you think?" she blushed.

"mhm," i nodde, blushing too.

then paige turned around. "wassup tate," she said to tatum, ignoring my presence.

she then put her arm around saylor, making her smile drop immediately. and she had a glass of what im assuming to be alcohol in her hand too.

"hey paige," tatum said, trying to force a smile.

i just stood there, my eyes locked on saylor as she looked so beautiful.

"everything looks really good guys," tatum said.

"omg thanks," saylor cheesed. "her friends did everything."

"and that dress is gorgeous!" tate added.

"thanks girl oh my god i saw it online and i loved it-"

"and i paid for it," paige cut her off with a laugh.

saylor looked at paige with the straightest face.

you could cut the tension with a knife.

"paige come here! you gotta see this!" one of her friends shouted.

"alright im coming!" she shouted back, almost spilling her drink on saylor.

"okay can you be careful?" saylor looked at her.

"here have some," paige shoved her glass in saylor's face.

"ew no i would never drink around you," saylor said in disgust.

paige squinted. "whatever."

saylor just rolled her eyes and walked away.

tatum and i gave each other that wide eye look at how awkward that was. "im gonna go get a drink," she told me. "you want one?"

"no im gonna go to the food table," i told her.

i went over there and started dabbling around. thank god saylor is vegan.

while i was busy dipping pita bread into some dip, someone came up behind me.

"oh my god," i chuckled. "im sorry, im hogging the table."

"oh no it's totally fine," the girl said. "i intruded your space."

"no it's all good," i smiled at her.

she smiled back. "im quinn."

"im billie," i grinned.

"if only i could act like i didn't know that," she giggled, looking down.

she was cute. she had on this green dress with her blonde hair in a low bun.

"um," she started. "i know this is really dumb but-"

"you want my number?" i rose my eyebrows.

she blushed and looked down.

i chuckled and she gave me her phone to put my number in. once i did it, i gave her the phone back and i walked away, telling her bye.

i crossed a corner and went into the kitchen where i spotted saylor.. but then i spotted what she was doing.

as i got closer, i saw her drop some pills into a glass of alcohol.

"saylor!" i whisper yelled as i ran up to her. "stop stop stop! what are you doing?"

"don't worry," she told me. "it's not for me."

i furrowed my eyebrows.

"this is paige's glass."

now as much as i hate that bitch, this shit cannot happen.

i began shaking my head. "saylor no. what?"

"i want her dead, billie."

my eyes got wide. "but- wha- what-"

then she looked around before slowly raising her dress up, eventually revealing her stomach that had a big purple bruise on it.

my eyes got wide.

a tear fell from saylor's eye and she quickly wiped it before dropping the dress back down.

"s- saylor what hap-"

"she found out."

"wha- huh?" i asked.

"paige knows what happened between me and you the night of the ice skate incident."

"how?"

"i had a hickey on my neck and she noticed it before i did," she told me.

i just closed my eyes. "fuck," i said lowly. "saylor im so sorry."

"it's not your fault. trust me," she shook her head.

i was so mad, it was taking everything in me to not go over there and just stab her ass right now. but now is just not the time for me to make a scene.

saylor lifted her dress once more so i could see the bruise again, but suddenly paige came around the corner.

saylor looked and quickly dropped her dress before fake smiling to her bitch. "oh hey," she said to her. "here's your drink."

saylor was handing paige the glass that she had spiked and i quickly hit the glass, making the whole drink spill to the floor.

they both looked at me like i was crazy.

"oh my god im so sorry," i nervously chuckled. "it was a tic," i shrugged before walking off.

as much as i want that hoe dead, i will not let saylor set herself up for jail like that.

-

the party continued and i was sitting by myself for a bit to try and calm my nerves about all of this dumbass shit, but just when i tried to...

"so," the bitch started as she came and sat down in the seat next to me.

i didn't even acknowledge her, i just continued to look at my phone.

"was it worth it?" she asked with a smirk. "you did all that and she still ended up with me."

i just ignored her.

"you know, after we're married, we're gonna move far away so say your goodbyes," she continued.

i just kept scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.

then she chuckled. "i just can't believe you let her play you like that," she started. "i mean the same night we fought, you let her ride you all night just for her to come running back to me the next morning."

i looked at her, getting pissed off. "the fuck is wrong with you?"

"hey," she laughed. "i don't even blame you. her pussy's good isn't it? i know you liked it."

i just gave her this weird look cause what do i even say to any of this.

"how do you- how do you even know she rode me-"

"i made her explain in detail what yall did that night," she rose her eyebrows.

"th- that's weird as fuck," i said. "please know that."

"so is you fucking my bitch," she said. "and i let that shit slide. but when she told me about yall fucking the same night i proposed, yeah i beat her ass for that."

i snapped my head to her quickly, my eyebrows furrowed. saylor didn't mention that to me.

"i know she was over there showing you that bruise, and that's exactly why she got it," paige added.

"you know," i leaned forward while in my man spread. "i'll beat your ass again over there in that same spot," i pointed.

"to defend your lost cause?" she rose her eyebrows. "im literally paying for the whole wedding billie, what do you think she can do for you?"

i just shook my head.

"all she can do is please you," paige shrugged. "and i know she bent you over too. can't believe you let a girl like saylor bitch you out like that-"

"aye watch your fucking mouth for real," i told her.

"or what?" she got in my face.

i just looked her in the eyes with a death stare. i had to remain silent, or i was gonna lose it. and paige knew i didn't wanna make a scene, which is why she felt so confident to get in my face like that.

she scoffed. "you gonna punch me again? gonna go fuck her again? i'll kill saylor. and you and i both know that, and so does she."

my eyes got slightly wide at how insane this bitch is.

"sit there and look stupid all you want, yall don't have proof of anything i've done," she shrugged with a smirk as she walked away.