Living with the Allen Boys.

Chapter Fourteen : How Could you?

Chapter Fourteen: 

 Author’s Note: Hi guys, Mikhayla here did you guys like the last chapter. It’s back to Destiny’s P.O.V for a while. I hope you like it. Hehe! I Love my fans and the comments. Anyone make covers or banners+ videos for my book. I would love that. _ BeautifulChanges 

Recap: “Destiny, this is not what it looks like.” She says, she crosses the room and goes to put a arm around my shoulder and I slap her across the face. 

“ You bitch. You were fucking my boyfriend and then you tell me that It’s not what it looks like.” I scream. “ And you don’t you ever in your life talk to me again, we’re through.” I say, and then I storm out of the room. Leaving Andrew screaming at Abigail. I run away, back to my house, and I cry. 

Cry, until I can’t cry anymore. I close my eyes and let sleep overcome me. 

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“ Destiny, wait.”  I hear someone screaming behind me. I’m too hurt to turn around to look and see who’s behind me I know it’s Andrew. He slept with my best friend. I loved him and my best friend. I’m so tempted to turn around and kick him where the sun don’t shine. Why me? A soft hand touches my shoulder, I flinch at the warmth and the sparks that ignite, I turn around and see Parker, Parker Allen. I wake up with a start. My forehead is damp and it takes awhile to calm my breathing. Why would I be dreaming about that douche, Parker Allen instead of the guy who just broke my heart. 

    I get out of my bed and look through my closet for a cute outfit. I gaze through my clothes and I see a cute baby pink sequined dress. I put it on and it reaches mid thigh, satisfied with how soccer has made my legs sleek and thin. I put on some four inch stilettos and I head to my bathroom. I wand my hair so it is puffy and it looks as if the wind blew through my hair a few times. I do a smoky eye look and I put some pink lipstick on and head downstairs. I lock my house and head over to John Reed’s house. I’m about to get drunk. John Reed throws the best parties in town. He's soccer captain and is notorious for sleeping around. I know Andrew will be there and that bitch Abby. I turn on my radio to tune out my thoughts and the perfect song comes on. I blast my stereo and start singing to the song, “ This is a part of me that your never gonna ever take away from me…..”  I start singing obnoxiously and I laugh a few times throughout the song until I reach my destination. I get out of the car and start to walk up to the front porch. I hear squeals and my name being said a few times before entering the house. I head into the  house and it seems as if  the entire atmosphere changed from fun to serious, I shrug it off and then I hear a bunch of sorry for the loss and they were good people, and that routine shit and I wave it off and make an announcement, 

“ So everybody knows that my dad and mom are… gone, but does that mean you guys have to act as if you cared. No…..so lets party our  asses off.” And then I pick up a tequila shot and down it, it's quiet for a few seconds and then I heard a chorus of whoos and hell yeah‘s. I smile, it’s better this way I think to myself. Pretend you don’t care. Talk that talk starts playing and I start dancing to it, and before I know I’m drunkenly grinding on almost every guy there. I’m entranced in my music until I open my eyes and see Andrew and Abby staring at me with disbelief. I smirk and head over to them. 

“ Hey Whore.” I say. Abby scoffs, and tears well up in her eyes. “ Aww did I hurt your feelings. I’m so sorry.” I laugh humorlessly.