“I’ll break something else,” I roar, going to take another swing when someone grabs my arm.
“Can’t let you do that,” Easton says.
Chest heaving, I turn my steely gaze on him. “He was cheating on my best friend.” Flashes of when I walked in on Liam fucking some girl fill my head, adding to my anger.
Easton looks at Tyler and sighs. “Not you too.” He steps forward. “Can’t you guys keep it in your damn pants?”
“Shut up, Easton,” Tyler spits. “This is none of your business.”
“What’s going on?” Aria appears, Taylor behind her. She looks at Tyler and frowns. “Tyler?”
“You going to tell her, or am I?” I bark.
“Tell me what?” She looks between Tyler and me.
“Baby. It’s not what—”
“Don’t you fucking dare even try to talk your way out of this,” I warn him.
“What's going on!?” Aria shouts.
“I caught Tyler with another girl.”
“We were just talking!” Tyler shouts.
“Well, thrusting your dick inside her pussy is one way to talk, I’d say. Maybe next time, use your mouth, not your penis.”
“You were fucking another girl?” Aria’s voice cracks.
“No.”
“Yes!” I hate this for my best friend, trust me, I do. Maybe this could be done a better way, but this asshole is going to try to spin lies, and I’m not letting that happen.
“Can you blame me!?” Tyler shouts, and Aria’s eyes widen. “You’ve been pulling away. You never want to have sex anymore. I have to beg you.”
“So, because I'm not giving it up all the time, like I used to, you're going to someone else?”
“I need sex, Aria. I'm a man.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Easton growls. “That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard.”
“Baby.”
“Go.” Aria shakes her head. “We’re over.”
“No. We’re not.”
“Yes, we are!” she shouts. “We’re done. I never want to see you again.”
“I suggest you go,” I tell Tyler.
He looks pissed, like he wants to argue, but he doesn't. He lets out a frustrated growl and storms off.
I go to comfort my best friend, tell her I’m sorry, that she deserves better, but it looks like Taylor already beat me to it.
She has her arms wrapped around a crying Aria.
“I’m so sorry, Ari.”
