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She raises an eyebrow at me. "Don't play dumb with me. Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?"
"Uh…"
Phoebe points to her bedroom and I sheepishly go in to use her full length mirror. I gasp when I see my reflection. My legs are covered in dust… and handprints. My blonde hair is dishevelled, and I spot the smallest bit of visible wax in the small strip of bare skin showing between my shirt and shorts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I slowly walk out of her room, head down. She throws a cushion at me which collides with my head.
"Spill," she demands, cracking up laughing.
"Alcohol… for the love of God…. alcohol first."
Phoebe sighs, walking past me into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine. "Our livers are going to hate us if you don't settle your adventures. I might need mine one day, so please be considerate."
She pours us a glass, handing me one with a look that reads 'start speaking right this fucking second'.
I hold up a finger, keeping it up as I drink the entire large glassful in one go. I cringe from the taste, my face twitching as I feel the contents hit my stomach.
"I did something bad…"
"Here we go again," she mutters, grabbing a pizza voucher from under a magnet on the fridge. "It's safe to say you consider everything bad, so just tell me already. I thought we'd already hit the baddest of the bad."
I snort. "It got worse."
Phoebe sips her wine. "Did you talk to Asher again?"
Shaking my head, I grab the bottle and pour myself another drink. "I saw him though. WithJenny.The perfect fucking couple."
"I'm not following," Phoebe says, pulling out her phone and opening the app to the local pizza store. "Hawaiian?"
I nod. "Then I ran into Zayn."
She pauses, looking at me in confusion. "Who the fuck is Zayn?"
Ah, double fuck. Literally. I have forgotten to tell her about my new stepbrothers.
"So… turns out Asher isn't an only child. He has twin brothers," I start.
Phoebe looks up in thought. "Okay, and?"
"It's messy apparently. Some type of estrangement. They turned up before I left. Anyway, they are real assholes – just like Asher," I moan.
"So you ran into one of them today?" she presses.
I nod. "It got a bit more complicated."
Phoebe blinks at me, trying to process my words. Slowly, her eyes widen in acknowledgement.
"Jesus Christ, Rylee. Stop fornicating with your stepbrothers. I promise you there's more men out there." She tries to give me a serious look but ends up cracking, smacking her own forehead. "What am I going to do with you?" she asks.
"Shoot me?" I offer.
She smiles at me. "Considering it. I guess it explains your current… state," she says, motioning to my dirty legs.
"Wait… wait. I didn't sleep with him," I argue. "But fuck, Phoebs… I wanted to. Gosh, what's wrong with me?"
Phoebe shrugs, motioning for me to keep drinking. "Did it occur you to that maybe seeing Asher hurt you, so you wanted to hurt him back?"
