About thirty minutes later we were ready to leave completely and I was feeling better already. I hadn't seen Monty's friend anymore and I wanted to ask him about him because I wondered what had happened before I came into the room. Monty had been looking for Bryce but someone told him that he was already waiting at his car so we followed him out there. It was more like Monty helping me to walk even though I tried to assure him that I was fine.

"Bryce, what the hell man? Come on, we get away from here, from all those rich assholes", Monty yelled as soon as he saw our friend. But what caught my eye was Alex standing there with Bryce next to his car. "Hey, it's been nice to get to know you", the boy from earlier stood up and walked to Monty which I found cute, "We should hang out sometimes." But Monty immediately placed my body a meter away, looked around and his veins began to throb. Oh fuck, I knew what that meant. "Monty, don't-"

"What did you say, fag?", Monty whispered angrily. "Monty, please." "Man, chill", the boy tried to make it look like it was nothing but for Monty, just a bit of the wrong word could make him furious. So Monty hit his cute face making him fall to the ground. I tried to pull him away but even if I hadn't had something put into my drink, I would be too weak next to Monty so I yelled for Bryce.

"Monty! Hey!", Him and another guy pulled Monty away from the poor guy who laid on the ground after Monty had beat him up with just a few punches. "Why did you freak out like that?", Alex asked Winston ten minutes later when everyone had calmed down a bit. "I don't know. I haven't seen him before." "No one has called the cops and no one has to do that", Bryce held a good amount of money in his hands, "Here are two thousands and tomorrow you'll get another three."

Winston didn't look happy about the money. I mean, who would? His face was full of blood. Monty had a good punch and was an aggressive person. He wouldn't get away with just a black eye. "Listen, I'm not going to defend him but he's really fucked up", I tried it with being honest and filled out a check, „His dad hits him and I know it's no excuse but.. I don't know what to say honestly. I hate to do that but I feel the need to give you that money, too." "She's more generous than you", he turned to Bryce, "I want another five thousands tomorrow." "Alright. It's good to carry on business with you", he replied sarcastically.

"You've been going to a party with Bryce and got yourself drunk?!", the one and only Scott Reed stormed into my room at about nine o'clock in the morning what felt like midnight. My head still hurt and I wanted to take a shower but I didn't really had the motivation to get up. Especially now that Scott had rushed by and woke me up with an extreme loud voice and accusations. Lovely. Who wouldn't want to wake up like that?

"Can you just be a littler more quiet?", I sighed long, tried to get my eyes used to the light he had just turned on. "Do you think this is funny?", he yelled further, "What do you think it feels like to find out that your girlfriend went to a party with a rapist and got completely drunk to the point where she flirts with random rich kids?!"

"No, no, no. Scott, how can you think I've done this?", my voice broke as soon as I saw his face which showed me a mixture of anger and disappointment, "It's been completely different." Oh, I might add that it's not exactly been my room but the room that I got to sleep in in Nora's new house. Which Bryce lived in. As in Bryce Walker who I recently started being friends with again and didn't tell Scott who hated him.

"Different?", he shook his head as if he never trusted me. "Scott, I-", I tried to explain him what really happened but I didn't want it to sound like a lie or an excuse. "Oh no, don't come up with a stupid excuse now! Did you forget what Bryce has done? He's done that to your friends! And you're sleeping here in his house while I don't know anything about it. He could do anything to you!"

"Scott", Bryce put his hand on Scott's arm with which he gestured around wildly, "Don't yell at her." "You're trying to tell me what to do?", he laughed back - still in a loud voice -, "Especially you Bryce who raped girls behind our backs or not while we supported you. And I shouldn't shout at my girlfriend?"

"Someone put knockout drops into my drink!", I shouted breaking the dispute between the boys although I didn't want to let Scott what really happened because I knew that he would want to break the boy's legs and because I didn't want to talk about it, "I didn't flirt with a rich kid boy because I got myself drunk or because I wanted it. I tried to be nice and talk to people and this guy put knockout drops into my drink and led me into the direction of a bedroom. Monty and Bryce were only helping me."

Scott's jaw dropped and his veins throbbed in the same moment. I guess I was right by thinking he would want to beat up someone but instead, he sat down on the bed next to me and pulled me into his arms. "I'm so sorry, baby, I shouldn't have said all of that. I'm an idiot but I'm here for you now, okay?", Scott whispered into my ear while the tears dropped down my cheek when I remembered yesterday night.

In the end, the two boys agreed on trying to get along again since I wouldn't change my decision about Bryce as long as he tried to be a better person. Scott even thanked Bryce for helping me that night although he was still a bit pissed about the fact that I lied to him. But he understood my reasons. I wasn't proud of being friends with someone who had done such horrible things but I was glad to be friends with my best friend again. Nora, Barry and him had always tried to help Sheri and I whenever we had a problem so I couldn't just delete those memories in my brain.

Scott eventually told my dad and Will about it when we arrived at my home. I didn't want to do it myself but I thought that they would want to know it even if I was scared of their reactions. But if that happened to one of the people that I love, I would want to know it. Both of them reacted the way that we thought they would and tried to persuade me to report the boy to the police but I was against it. 

I wasn't trying to take revenge on anyone and I didn't even know if anyone would believe me. After all, he's a rich kid and those opinions matter the most. Plus, Monty had beat up someone who didn't report him to the police because of us blackmailing him. I didn't want anyone to talk about it anymore. I was good at hiding memories and feelings when needed. I was lucky enough that my dad decided to give up his mandate for the families whose kids were involved. That was enough for me to close that chapter.