Betrayed By Everyone, Loved By Four
Betrayed By Everyone Loved by Four Chapter 17

Over the next couple weeks things had settled down. Sort of. The four guys and Lila still stuck to me like glue but they were less pushy. Instead of the flirting they were doing, they settled for more friend-like things. Lila was probably the pushiest honestly. She would talk to me the most while the others settled for just being around me. Its weird, but they are starting to feel more like friends. I was starting to like them being around me. Oliver was even helpful with my calculus. I have been to every game as well with my parents, and they all seem to find me every game. We sat together during both games and my parents were thrilled that I made friends with their friends kids. So I let it be.

They've all been here for two weeks now and still want to be around me. Should I give them a chance? Surely they have heard the rumors by now.

So far, ther have been no new messages to my locker and no altercations with Milinda. Although, Vanessa had tried to talk to me a couple more times. It was the same bullshit about James. She is convinced that I'm sleeping with him. Gross. I'd never let him touch me again. James is obviously cheating on her, but not with me.

One big thing I was thankful for was having Milo in my only class I have with James. Anytime the douche bag wouldn't leave me alone Milo was right there to have my back, even if I yelled at him that I could handle it myself. I was low key thankful for him. For all of them. All of them have been nothing but nice and concerned for me, and I told them to stop. I know that I was only doing it to save myself and them but... It has been so nice to be around people who weren't bullying me. To have friends again. Not to mention how the guys make me feel...

Why do I feel like I want them all? All four of them. Maybe it's because of my lack of experience? All I have to go off of is James and we all know how that turned out. I keep going back and fourth with myself over how bad I want them. Rolling over I groaned into my pillow. What am I going to do?

It's Monday morning and I am fighting with myself about wearing a hoodie or not. I promised myself I wasn't going to hide this year. So, I put on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a tight red short sleeve shirt. It's a V-neck and shows off a bit of cleavage. I looked over my reflection in the mirror. Definitely not a hoodie.

My long hair is hanging around me in thick waves. Well, slightly waved. I left it natrual today. I put on some mascara on and some highlight to my cheek bones. There was a knock to my door and I called for whoever it was to come in.

"Oh my, you look stunning in that shirt my dear." Mom said from the doorway of my bathroom.

I smiled at her through the mirror. "You sure it doesn't look like I'm trying to hard?" I asked her.

"Not at all. In fact..." She trailed off. "Wait here." She said and then rushed out. Mom came back a moment later with a small tube of something red in her hands. "This is my favorite lipstick and it matches your shirt. Want to try it? It's that liquid stuff that stays all day." She told me.

I looked down at it and back up at her. "Won't that make me look like I'm trying too hard?" I asked.

Mom laughed. "Honey, you are 18 and in high school. If someone asks who you are looking good for... tell them your damn self and keep walking." She told me.

I gave her a bright smile. "Okay fine. But if I don't like it I'm taking it off and if I have too hard of a day I'm never wearing it again." I told her. "Deal." She said and then helped me apply the lipstick.

I have to admit it, I really really love it. It matches my shirt perfectly. I stared at my refection for a moment before putting my knee high black boots on. I wonder if the boys will like it. Then I shook my head, not that I care. I'm doing this for me. Because I feel hot and I deserve to feel hot. If none of the guys think I look gorgeous then that's on them.

By the time I made it downstairs I barely had time to eat. Dad made a grumpy grunting noise at my outfit. Caleb frowned and mumbled something about beating ass if anyone looked at me wrong. I think they are both being silly. I don't look that good, geez. Mom set down a plate of toast, bacon and eggs in front of me.

"Oh Mom I don't have time for that I have to leave in like one minute." I told her.

Mom shook her head but refused to meet my eyes. "You have time dear. Lila called me this morning and asked if she could pick you up. I also gave her your number since you must have forgotten to." She told me.

My jaw dropped. My mother is a traitor. She dolled me up and got me a ride to school. What kind of mother is she?

"Funny, I gave Lila my number." Caleb said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah I bet you wasted no time at all." I said to him.

"It's just unfortunate I have to be to school early for practice, otherwise she'd be taking me too, and you'd be sitting in the back." He said.

Caleb left only a few minutes later. I finished my breakfast as anxiety started to settle in my gut. What are people going to do if they see us together? I don't want Lila to get bullied.. Then again, why is she pushing so hard for this friendship? My thoughts went back to the things that Leo implied. Was Lila bullied at her old school?

A honk from the driveway pulled me from my thoughts. I kissed Mom and Dad goodbye before grabbing my bag and rushing outside. Lila is parked in my driveway in a black expensive looking car. I don't know jack shit about cars so I couldn't tell ya much more than that. I rushed over to the passenger door and slid in.

"Hi." I said meekly as I buckled up.

"Holy shit girl, you look hot! Love the lipstick." She told me and then pulled out of the driveway.

Lila is dressed in a pair of black leggings and a white cropped T-shirt. Her hair is a mess of curls around her. Lila also has a bit of highlight on her cheeks and winged eyelinger on her eyelids.

"You look really good too." I told her.

"Woooow." She drawled out with a smile. "No snarky comments for me this morning?" She asked.

"I.." I trailed off. What was I supposed to say exactly? I sighed. "I'm sorry that I haven't been the nicest to you. But I still don't think you taking me to school is a good idea. You can drop me off down the road and I can walk from there, you don't-" I was interrupted by her loud scoff. "I am not dropping you off down the road just because you think I should be embarrassed by you or something." Lila told me.