Drowning

Chapter 54: Aubrey pt. 2

Song//I can't make you love me by Dave Thomas Junior
Highly recommended//put on repeat

(Seriously, put it on. It has a huge impact on this chapter.)

Veronica's POV

*_The day of the weekend trip to the beach house_*

"That's stupid, y/n and Ethan hate each other right now." I scoffed at Anthony's comment about the two of them being in love.

Though, deep down, a part of me believed him. But I wanted to believe Ethan more. A relationship isn't one without trust.

"Because Ethan's with you and y/n wants him. Everything's super dramatic between them right now." Anthony went on to try to convince me it's true.

"No. You're wack, don't even talk about shit you don't understand." I huffed in an angry mood at his accusations.

My best friend wouldn't do anything like that to me. Besides, if she liked him, she would've told me,

Right?

"Fine, if I hold y/n's hand during the car ride and Ethan gets upset about it, then you'll see it." He bargained.

"Fine. But that doesn't have to mean anything, anyway." I tried deflecting myself from the inevitable.

But I have faith in Ethan and y/n. I love them with everything I got, and they love me.

You don't hurt the people you love.

"If you say so." Anthony said, getting into the car he had driven in, to meet up with y/n and Ethan first; then I'd come along.

Anthony wanted to do this so they wouldn't suspect anything I guess. It's crazy because they wouldn't do that, but it keeps his mouth shut.

*_____the car ride_____*

Ethan and I were sitting in the backseat, while y/n and Anthony were up front.

"Oh, she wanted me to remind you guys that this beach house is a rental; so don't trash the place basically." Y/n shrugged.

"No promises." Anthony teased.

She giggled at his remark as he took her hand in his; placing their intertwined fingers in the middle of the two front seats.

I looked at Ethan and saw him glaring at the sight of Anthony and y/n together. My heart raced at the sight of his jealousy, so I looked away.

I felt someone staring at me, so I instantly looked to the rear view mirror and met Anthony's stare. He gave me a look that said "told ya so" and I knew that it not only hurt my feelings, but it hurt him too.

*_____the first night_____*

"Just say you were checking on her, and close the door but not fully; just make it look like you did. Then sit down and listen." Anthony ordered me to do.

"But what if I find what we're looking for? I'd rather stay blind and be naive, then hear it happening and not be able to do anything about it." I shook my head in disagreement with him.