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Chapter 22. A One-Eighty

Stormie’s POV

“What do you think?” Avery whispered in my ear. He stood behind me with his chest against my back.

“I um...” I trailed off. “Honestly?” My head arched up to look at him.

He nodded.

“It’s a little over the top, don’t you think? You have the truck which is only two years old, and you bought it brand new. You also have the Plymouth and now this. Why?” I raised my eyebrows. I turned to face him.

He pursed his lips. “I like cars,” he said and shrugged.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“It’s fast,” he added.

“Trying to get to Minnesota in an hour?” I teased.

“That’s the plan,” he said. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

A giggle escaped me. The wind blew my hair in different directions. “It’s not like the worst idea you have had. I’ll give you that,” I said.

Avery put his sunglasses down over his eyes. “Want to go for a ride before your brother gets home?”

“Definitely,” I paused, and my smile faded. “Oh, were you talking about the car?”

He laughed. “Damn, and here your brother and I thought we were good at pickup lines.”

I smiled. “I learned from the best,” I said and shrugged.

We slid into the car, and it roared to life. It had a loud purr sound to it that most muscle cars have. I couldn’t say I blamed Avery for wanting this car. It had a touch screen stereo. The dash lights were red, and the interior was black. The seats were leather, and there was a sunroof.

“Damn, can I drive it?” I asked.

He smirked. “Can you drive a stick?”

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak.

“Forget I even said that,” he said. He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

I threw my head back and laughed. He back the car out and drove it up the driveway. Avery switched through gears and accelerated. My back hit the seat, and my eyes widened.

“Holy shit!” I guffawed.

He slowed down and chuckled.

“I’m going to assume this is the one you are taking to school,” I said.

“Definitely,” he agreed.

“So, what is on the list next? You have your truck, Plymouth, and a Dodge Challenger,” I said.

He lit a blunt and handed it to me. After coughing a couple of times, he answered me. “I need a jeep.”

“A jeep?” I asked.

“Yeah, a big one,” he said and nodded.

I laughed. “I like big,” I agreed.

He caught the double meaning and snickered. “Would you like me to pull over?”

“You wouldn’t in this car,” I said and rolled my eyes. “You would be angry as fuck if we messed up your new seats,” I recalled when he freaked out that I got red nail polish on the dash of his truck. It wasn’t a lot, but he cleaned it right away, and lucky for me, it didn’t stain.

The car took a quick turn onto a gravel road.

I gasped in shock. “I was only kidding!” I giggled.

A yellow sign indicated that it was a dead end. After a few trees, there was a turn around spot.

He brought the e-brake up and turned the wheel.

A scream escaped me, and I gripped onto the dashboard. “Avery!”

He managed to spin the car in a one-eighty, and we were facing the road we had just come up.

My chest rose and fell heavily.

“Now we’re both excited,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re fucking crazy,” I gasped.

He threw my seatbelt off and his own. He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he brought my lips to his.

I broke the kiss and panted heavily. “W-wait,” I managed. “What if–”

He chuckled. “If we get anything on the seats, I’ll clean them.”

“Good enough for me,” I said and threw my shirt off.

***

Mason was walking up the steps when we pulled into the driveway.

“Uh-oh,” I said.

Avery sighed. “It’s fine. Act normal,” he said.

“Right,” I muttered.

“See you’re getting moody, continue to do that. You don’t want him thinking you like me or something,” Avery teased.

“Depends on the day, babe,” I said and smirked.

Mason stopped and turned around.

We climbed out of the car.

“Where were you two?” Mason asked.

“You weren’t here, so I asked Stormie if she wanted to go for a ride,” Avery said. He pointed at his new car and smiled widely.

“Damn, near killed us, too,” I grumbled and stomped up the stairs.

“I did not,” Avery said and chuckled.

I gave Mason a stern expression. “Wear your seatbelt, bro,” I said.

Mason chuckled. “So, are we going for a ride?”

“Hell yes,” Avery said.

The boys got into the car and sped away.

I went up to my bedroom to see if Peyton and Jade were on their way yet. We were supposed to have a sleepover tonight because we wouldn’t see each other for a couple of weeks after tomorrow. I would be busy all winter break, and so would they.

***

Jade, Peyton, and I were on my bed watching a movie.

“If Harry Styles was not in this movie, I don’t think I would watch it,” Peyton gushed.

“I liked him better with longer hair,” Jade said and sighed.

I laughed. “You two sound crazy.”

“Psh,” Peyton huffed. “You used to like him too before you wound up with Avery.”

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like him,” I chuckled. “He’s talented. What’s not to like?”

“You said he was hot,” Jade said.

“I’m not saying he isn’t hot, but I mean, so is my boyfriend,” I said.

“Are you going to eat that entire bowl of popcorn to yourself?” Peyton asked.

“I’m starving,” I said. I grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in my mouth.

My door opened.

We all three looked up to see Avery and Mason in the doorway.

“No boys allowed,” Jade said.

“Yeah, go away,” Peyton huffed.

“What is it?” I asked. My forehead creased with worry at their expression. Mason and Avery wouldn’t both barge into my bedroom unless it was serious. I put the popcorn bowl down.

“Ladies, excuse us?” Avery asked.

“No stay in here,” I argued.

Avery looked at me, confused.

I climbed off the bed. “We can talk in your room,” I said to Mason.

Mason nodded, and we all three headed out of the bedroom. We walked into Mason’s bedroom, and I closed the door behind us.

“What’s going on?”

“We went into town to buys some pizzas for dinner,” Mason started. “You’re never going to believe what we saw.” Mason’s face was flushed from anger. His nostrils flared.

“What?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. His chest rose and fell. He turned around, shook his head, and clenched his fist.

It was rare that I ever saw Mason this angry.

“My mom...” Avery trailed off. “Your dad was kissing my mom.”

My eyes widened. My stomach twisted, and I felt sick. I ran past the boys and into Mason’s bathroom. I threw open the toilet lid and threw up.

Avery came into the bathroom and rubbed my back gently. “Calm down, Storm.”

“Did you know?” I whispered. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. My forehead was cold and clammy.

“No, of course not,” Avery said. He gripped onto my hips and pulled me to my feet.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Mason growled.

“Mom thought that she and dad had a chance,” I whispered.

“What?” Mason asked.

“I heard her,” I said. “A few nights ago. She was talking to Grandma.”

“Great, he’s going to break her heart all over again. What a piece of garbage!” Mason spat. “I’m not going on this fucking trip. I’m calling Mom.”

“Mason, wait,” I said and grabbed his arm.

He held his phone up and looked at me. “What?”

“Maybe we should just let them all work it out. It’s not really our business–”

“Not our business?!” Mason roared. “We are their kids!”

“Mason, relax,” Avery said. “Look, maybe Stormie is right. The last time we got involved in your parents’ shit, it was a fucking disaster. I’m sure they’ll come clean. What are we going to do? Spank them? Tell them that they can’t see each other? They’re the adults.”

“Man, we’re adults too!” Mason shouted. He moved closer to Avery.

“Then maybe it is time we fucking act like it!” Avery snapped.

Mason stormed toward Avery. “You don’t give a fuck because it isn’t your mother who is going to get hurt!”

I was between the two boys. I spun and placed my back against Avery’s chest. I pushed him back slightly with my weight. “Stop it, both of you!” I shouted at the boys.

Avery’s body became rigid. “With your dad’s reputation, she is bound to get hurt, but she is the one who made the choice, knowing what he is like! How is it my problem? I have enough of my own damn problems!”

“Like sitting on your ass and making money off weed?” Mason challenged. “When did your mom turn into such a fucking slut?”

My mouth dropped open. “Mason!” I scolded.

Avery’s hands gripped my waist. He spun me away from him and lurched toward Mason with his fist balled up. He threw his fist into Mason’s jaw.

Mason’s head whipped to the side blood and spit sprayed through the air. Mason fell on his ass and held his jaw.

“Man, fuck you. What about your mother? Your mom was too obsessed with Rich’s dick to worry about how he was treating your sister!” Avery roared. His chest rose and fell. His jaw clenched.

Mason stared up at him, stunned.

Afraid that Avery would hit Mason again, I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Stop, please.” I never saw Mason and Avery fight. Neither of them had ever hit each other unless they were playing around.

Avery shook his head and turned for the door. He slammed the door closed behind him.

My gaze fell to Mason. “He’s right, you know?”

“That’s all you have to say?” Mason asked.

“You called his mom a slut. How did you think he would react?”

“Right because you know him so well,” Mason muttered.

Yes, I do. “You should pull your head out of your ass, or it’s going to get stuck in there,” I said. “All you ever care about is how something affects you. It’s amazing that someone as selfless as Avery would even want to be friends with someone as selfish as you.”

Mason’s eyes widened. “You don’t even like him,” Mason said.

“That’s ridiculous, of course, I do,” I argued. “I grew up with him too. Some days he drives me crazy just like you do, but I still love you, right?”

He sighed but nodded. “Maybe, I was out of line.”

“Far out of line,” I said. I turned around and walked back to my bedroom.

The TV was off, and the girls were on the bed, waiting silently.

“What was all of that?” Peyton whispered.

“Does he know?” Jade asked.

“No, it wasn’t about that. Can you two cover me? I need to go see Avery quick,” I murmured. “Tell him I’m in the bathroom or something and call me,” I said.

“Sure,” Peyton agreed.

“I’ll tell you everything when I get back,” I promised.

The yard was dark. I ran across the grass barefoot and stopped at the fence. I climbed over the fence and sprinted toward the big white farmhouse. The backdoor was unlocked. I let myself in and went upstairs quietly. I opened his bedroom door without knocking.

He had his back turned to me. He sat on the side of the bed in nothing but a pair of silk red shorts. His face was buried in his hands.

I climbed across the bed.

When he felt the bed move, he sighed and dropped his hands. He turned his head back to look at me. “What are you doing here?”

I put my hands on his biceps and rested my chin on his shoulder. “Making sure you’re okay,” I murmured. I pressed my lips to his shoulder and trailed them up to his neck.

He shivered involuntarily. “What did I tell you about kissing me like that when you aren’t going to stay?”

I chuckled under my breath. “Sorry.”

“You have to leave, baby. If he catches you here...” Avery trailed off. He shook his head and scoffed. “Shit would really hit the fan. You think this is bad? Can you imagine if he found out about us?”

“Maybe, we should get it over with and tell him soon,” I said.

“I think we need to let him cool down,” he said.

“I think you knocked the anger out of him,” I countered.

He looked back at me and gave me a small smile. “Probably,” he sighed. “That was stupid. I shouldn’t have hit him.”

“It’s not your fault,” I argued.

“What?” Avery asked. His voice and face filled with disbelief. He stood up and walked across the room. He grabbed a blunt off his dresser. “How the fuck could you even say that?” Avery asked.

“It’s not, Avery,” I said sternly. “He shouldn’t have said what he said.”

“No, he shouldn’t have,” Avery agreed. “But I had no right to hit him either. He was upset and worried about his mother. I know how he is, and I know he didn’t mean it.”

“No, I’m sure he didn’t,” I agreed.

“Just go home,” Avery said.

“Don’t be angry with me,” I huffed.

“I’m not. I’m just–” he stopped and swallowed hard. “This is really fucked up. Do you realize that? If my mom and your dad got serious and got married... that would make you my step-sister.”

“We should tell them before it gets that far,” I said.

“My fucking mom knew about us, and she still went and did it anyway!” Avery snapped. “They’re not going to care. And man, when your dad finds out.” Avery snickered.

“So, what? Then we are just going to break up?” I asked.

“No. I don’t know. I don’t understand how any of this works,” he said and shrugged.

“What happened to being all brave and telling everyone?” I challenged.

“Maybe we should just wait it out a little longer,” Avery said. “There is too much shit going on right now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” I turned and walked out the door. Avery didn’t bother to try to stop me, and I wouldn’t have stopped anyway. There was too much crashing down on us at once. We would never make it through all of this. Everything did a one-eighty in one night.

A/N: Don’t forget to Vote and Comment. What do you think is going to happen now? Were you surprised by the turn of events lol?

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