Ryder's Point of View 

       “McKenna!” I say loudly.

        “What?” She replies icily.

        “Will you stop being like that?”

McKenna turns her body towards me and cocks her head to the side, looking up at me. “Like what? I’m not even doing anything!”

        “You won’t talk to me.” I retort.

        “I am talking to you!”

I roll my eyes; muttering, “Barely.” Under my breath.

McKenna rolls her eyes, looking away from me. Its 11:30 a.m., it’s been a week since the party and McKenna and I are still arguing over the Molly thing. We’re downstairs in the television room of the house. I shake my head, getting annoyed at this conversation and look at the TV. There’s some Australian Soap Opera on called Home and Away or something like that. I’m not really watching it, but it’s entertaining enough I suppose. For some reason though, when we came down here it was on and we just didn’t bother turning it.

           “What do you think happened?” I ask a few minutes later.

            “It wouldn’t matter what I thought if you’d tell me.”

        “You make it seem as though you don’t trust me. Is that it? Do you not trust me?” I say desperately. I stand up and then kneel in front of McKenna since she refuses to turn and look at me.

She sighs, “No that’s not it. I do trust you.”

           “Well you have a funny way of showing it.”

        “I have a funny way of showing it? You’re the one who won’t tell me what she wanted.” She recoils.

          “Because it was nothing you even need to worry about so why should I tell you?”

          “Because I wanna know!”

McKenna’s phone pings and she pulls it out of her pocket. It must be a text, because her eyes dart across the screen followed by her fingers. Then there’s another ping confirming that the message’s been sent. Then she sits her phone down. No doubt it was that Matt guy texting her. His crush on her is ridiculous. Seriously. I mean who persists so hard on a person when they’re in a relationship? Personally I don’t even like Matt. I think he tries way too hard to get McKenna.

        “See now if I didn’t trust you I’d ask you who it was. But I do trust you and I don’t care who you text.”

         “I just told you that I do trust you.” Mickey replies, rubbing her thin arm.

        “Then tell me why you care so much about what Mollie said.” I demand.

         “Because…” She starts, but falls short.

I raise my eyebrows, “Because?” I say, prodding her on.

        “Because she just seemed like she was up to something or something. I don’t know.”

I sigh, “McKenna, don’t you remember when we first got here and I told you that I wasn’t gonna do anything with either of the girls?” She nods, looking down at the carpet. When she doesn’t verbally reply I say, “And I meant it. I’m not gonna fuck our relationship up. Okay?”

McKenna looks at me finally and then says, “If you say so.” Then she gets up from the couch, steps over me and then walks out of the room.

What the hell am I even supposed to do in response to that? I sigh, standing up off the ground and walking out of the Television room. I walk down the hallway, heading towards Mollie’s room. She obviously told McKenna something at the party. Something McKenna evidently didn’t like. As I reach the end of the hall I knock on Mollie’s door. This is the third time I’ve ever been here in Australia to their house, which is why I know where Mollie’s room is. It’s been a while though. The last time I was here was when I was fifteen I believe.

The door opens and Mollie appears before me in her pajamas rubbing her eyes. “Yes?” I push past her, walking into her room. “Come on in.” She mutters, closing the door. “What’s up Ryder?”

           “What the hell did you tell my girlfriend?”

            “You mean McKenna?” She asks.

            “Of course I mean McKenna. She’s my girlfriend, isn’t she?”

Mollie shrugs, running her fingers through her long bleached blonde hair. “So?” I ask.

           “So what?” She replies, looking confused.

           “What’d you tell her?”

Mollie stands up and walks over to me. She’s a probably around McKenna’s high, or maybe an inch or so taller, so obviously she’s much shorter than I am. She peers up at me, putting her hands on her tiny waist. “What do you think I told her?”

        “Mollie I’m not in the mood to play. My relationship is on the line here. Now tell me.”

       “I told her the truth.” She says. She turns, walking over to her large window which has a very scenic view of a lake.

My eyes widen immediately. “The truth?” I ask nervously, staring at her back.

        “Yes the truth. The thing you wouldn’t tell her?” Mollie replies sarcastically as she looks sits down on the windowsill.

        “The truth about what?”

        “Us.”

Shit.

I close my eyes, exhaling through my nose. Well no wonder McKenna’s so pissed off at me.

        “Why would you do that Mollie?” I ask.

         “Because you wouldn’t tell her. She is your girlfriend, right? I mean she had the right to know.”

I groan, “But why did you tell her? I didn’t tell her for a reason!”

        “That reason being what? You didn’t want her to be jealous? Or what’s that word I’m looking for? Insecure.”

         “Mollie, stop. I know where you’re going with this.” I warn.

Mollie puts her hands up in surrender. “What? All I’m saying is McKenna had the right to know that you a-“

        “Shut up.”

       “What? Scared of the truth? There’s no use in denying it Ryder. It’s already happened. You can’t change the past.”

       “You had no right to tell her about that.”

       “But you didn’t tell her, and in a relationship what is there if there isn’t honesty? Nothing.”

        “You’re implausible.”

        “Thank you.” She says, turning back around and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

        “It wasn’t a compliment.”

        “But I’ll take it as one.”

I shake my head. “I can’t believe you. You’re impossible.”

        “Hey, don’t be mad at me for telling your girlfriend what you didn’t have the balls to.”

        “’Cause she didn’t need to know!” I shout at her.

        “Whoa man, if you’re gonna raise your voice I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. This is a scream-free zone.”

I clench my fist, getting even angrier. I’m not gonna hit Mollie, I’d never hit a girl, but I’m getting pretty close to losing it. “Why are you still here?” Mollie wonders.

       “Tell me something Mollie.” I say, disregarding her comment.

       “What?”

       “Did you tell McKenna about what happened three years ago in the hopes of us breaking up?”

       “Of course not Ryder. I did love you at one point in time. I only want you to be happy.”

     “Let’s not forget you’re the one who ended our relationship and made that choice all on your own without even consulting me first.”

     “Don’t do that Ryder. Don’t say that I didn’t consider your feelings before I did it. I had to do it Ryder, it was what was best.”

    “For who? For you?”

   “For both of us! Look at you now; you have this amazing girlfriend who you seem really content with.”

   “Yeah I am. Or was or whatever. And I still would be if you hadn’t told McKenna.”

   “Well instead of sitting here grilling me and shit why don’t you go mend your relationship?”

   “The one that wouldn’t need mending if you hadn’t jumped in?” I say angrily.

    “I’m not gonna apologize for doing what I thought was right. So if that’s what you’re trying to get me to do, then you can go.”

   “I’m not trying to convince you to do anything because I know that even if you did apologize it wouldn’t make a difference. It’s already in McKenna’s mind and she’s not gonna forget.” Then with that I turn around and leave Mollie’s room.

I’ve gotta talk to McKenna. Explain to her what really happened. And there’s no telling what Mollie told her. For all I know it could be a load of bullshit that’s been filled into Mickey’s brain. I love her way too much to lose her over something as stupid as what happened three years ago. I go up the stairs to the guest room that we’re staying in and open the door. As I step in the room, closing the door behind me, McKenna turns around from her sitting position, looking at me. She doesn’t make eye contact, and looks away, her eyes back on her phone, a second later.

       “McKenna.” I say, walking over to her and sitting down next to her. “I’m sorry.”

       “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks, putting her phone down.

       “I didn’t think it was important.” I say desperately.

      “You didn’t think it was important to tell me that you dated Mollie when you were three years ago and you got her pregnant? I highly doubt that.”

       “I just didn’t want you to not trust me on this trip.”

       “So you lied to me. That’s a really great way to earn someone’s trust.” McKenna says acerbically.

       “I know it looks bad, but you don’t even know the whole story, you only know Mollie’s side.”

       “Tell me yours then. Enlighten me as to what happened with the two of you.”

I sigh, “I’ll try to keep it brief. Mollie and I dated three years ago when we were sixteen. It was a few months after Scarlett and I became friends I guess. I told you that Scarlett and I had sex before we started dating. We had sex and then started dating about two months later. In that two month gap I met Mollie. I mean I knew here already ‘cause we went to school together, but I’d never really spoken to her that much. Mollie and I got close really fast and then we slept together. She got pregnant, but I didn’t think I did it. I mean I wasn’t the first guy she ever had sex with. There were like two or three others, so naturally I thought that one of them must have gotten her pregnant. So the two of us dated for those two months and then we broke up.

I got together with Scarlett and stuff. Then after a few months of me dating Scarlett, she found out that Mollie was pregnant and we broke up. After that I got back together with Mollie. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. So Mollie and I got back together and she was pretty certain that the baby was mine. But I mean, we were only in the 10th grade, we weren’t ready for a baby. So after a while Mollie and I broke up when we started arguing about the baby. We still were friends, I suppose. Friends with a baby. I think I may have loved Mollie at that time. I don’t really know. So I wanted us to get back together. I didn’t want a baby, but I knew that we could do it if we had to. Obviously though, we didn’t have to and Mollie didn’t have the same view as I did.

We decided - or so I thought - that Mollie was gonna have the baby and we were gonna ya know, raise it and stuff. But then Mollie called me one day. Said she changed her mind, she couldn’t do it. She’s catholic you know. She told her parents that she was pregnant in like the eighth week or something. Her dad completely shunned her and her mom hated me. They wouldn’t let her speak to me at all. But we still talked at school. What was I saying before? Oh right, she called me. Said she couldn’t do it. She told me that she was getting an abortion.

I didn’t believe her; I mean I didn’t want to. I didn’t want her to get an abortion, but she said that’s what she was going to do. And before I even had the chance to talk her out of it she did it. The very next day after she called me to tell me that she was gonna terminate the pregnancy, she did just that. Didn’t consult me, didn’t consider my feelings, just did it. And after the baby was gone, so was the relationship. We never even tried getting back together after the abortion. It wouldn’t have worked. It would have been too awkward.

So I got back together with Scarlett - who’d decided that she loved me again since there was no longer a baby to worry about. We dated for a while, I don’t remember how long before she committed suicide. After that I pretty much gave up on dating. It was pretty horrible actually. First girl I dated got pregnant and had an abortion, second girl committed suicide.

So yeah, that’s what happened between Mollie and I. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry about it. And as for what happened at the party, Mollie kissed me. That’s it.” I look up at McKenna, gaging her reaction to the fucked up story that is my life.

        “I can’t believe that you never felt the need to tell me any of that.”

        “Well it would have only complicated thing further McKenna.”

        “You know what Ryder?”

        “What?”

        “I’m done.”

        “Done with what?” I ask confused.

        “This relationship.” She says icily.

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath. “McKenna. No, come on. You’re breaking up with me because I didn’t tell you?”

        “I’m breaking up with you because you completely lied to me about everything.”

        “I didn’t lie to you; I just didn’t tell you a lot of stuff.”

        “That’s so much better.”

        “We can work past this. We don’t have to break up.”

        “Yes we do. If you can so easily lie about something as huge as a pregnancy, then how easy is it for you to lie about small stuff?”

       “There isn’t one single thing I’ve lied to you about for the whole duration of our relationship and you know that.”

       “Honestly, I don’t know what I know anymore. I thought I knew you, but apparently I don’t.”

       “Sweetie, you do know me. This is me!”

       “No actually it isn’t. The Ryder I know would have told me everything from the beginning.”

      “So just because I didn’t tell you it’s over? Just like that. Not a second thought.”

      “I don’t want to break up with you, but you’re kinda leaving me no choice.”

     “That’s not true. If you love me like you say you do then this is nothing. We can easily work past it.”

     “It’s not that easy! In addition to you not telling me anything, you cheated on me at the party.”

    “It was a small kiss. Very small. It was even close-mouthed! And I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me.”

   “But you still kissed her back. What if I kissed Matt? What if there was some huge secret I was keeping from you that you found out from my ex-boyfriend? You know you’d be mad.”

    “Well I guess I can see your point, but that doe-“

    “Don’t say that doesn’t mean we have to break up, because it does. I can’t trust you to tell me the truth and you can’t trust me enough to tell me the truth.”

    “I do trust you.” I say, frantically.

    “No you don’t. ‘Cause if you did you would have told me.”

    “So what am I supposed to do? Just forget the fact that I love you? Just let you go?”

    “Yes, that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.”

    “I can’t do that McKenna. Do you not understand my love for you?”

    “Ryder don’t do that. Don’t try to make me feel guilty.”

     “I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I’m simply stating a fact.”

     “Well I love you too, but I can’t be the only one who’s honest in this relationship.”

     “I’m being honest!” I yell.

     “Well too little too late, huh? I had to hear it all from Mollie. Not you.”

I reach out my hand, attempting to grab hers, but she jerks it back. “Don’t do that. You’re not allowed to. We’re not together anymore, remember?”

        “Mick, please.” I ask, seriously considering dropping to my knees and begging.

        “Since you obviously aren’t gonna be easy about this, I’ll be the bigger person. I’ll leave. I’ll get up and I’ll walk out of this room because you aren’t gonna do it.” With that McKenna stands up and she walks out of the room.

And as I hear her walk down the hallway and minutes later the front door open and close, I know it’s real, I know it’s true. Our relationship is over.

Done. Gone. Ended. Finished. Through. 

Author's Note: Guess who feels terrible about this chapter? I do. I'm sorry. I know you hate me. I hate me tooooooo. I mean every couple fights, right? But it's Ryder's Point of View...if that makes it any better? It doesn't does it?