Chapter 13- Revenge Plans in Place

Andrew's POV*

I couldn't piece my thoughts together. Melanie. My fantasies came true but in the wrong timing. I still needed to talk to Shay and time was wasting. My body reluctantly pushed forward to get into the Volvo to get to her house. She was probably really torn. It would be my fault. It's always my fault. What have I done?

Was it even my fault? Melanie was to blame. She couldn't control her wanting for me. Damn.

Her father wasn't home, but I saw Veronica's car there. I was fearing for my life at the moment because she might probably stick my with a knife this time. Shay's front door was close to the kitchen. I had a hope that Shay would answer the door and not her. She was going to damage me, I could feel it. Even though, I could take her down with just one swift hand movement, but, I couldn't hit girls in front of Shay...just...not yet. She can't see behind what she only knows.

I knocked on the door twice. My mind was blank. I had no idea what to say. What was I supposed to say? I'm sorry for kissing your best friend, but she kissed me first?

Why did this have---

My thoughts cut off when the door opened and fear for my physical well being kicked in. Veronica. I saw it. I saw the stapler in her hand. She stapled the thin air and I took a mental moment to man up.

I spoke up. 'I want to see Shay.'

'Nope.' She answered blandly and was about to close the door in my face, when I put my hand to push it back. 'Andrew, leave.'

'Excuse me? You can't tell me what to do. Move.' I didn't want to let my conflicts get the best of me and I was trying my best not to push her out of my way. I had enough of being pushed around. But, all she did was stare at me with those devil eyes. 'Listen to me. The last thing you wanna do right now is get m---' I was cut off by Shay's voice. I heard it. It stopped me from threatening Veronica and her fire head.

'Andrew?' I saw her looking at the door, where I was standing. Veronica shifted so she could see me.

'Shay? We need to talk.' I was beginning to push the door back slowly where Veronica slackened and stopped in my tracks.

Kendall. She and Kendall were standing real close.

'Why is he here?' I found my voice raising. How dare he?  

'He's my friend and this is my house.' She seemed so defensive.

'Oh he gained access into your house now? I'm guessing he already knows that your bedroom's upstairs.' I shouldn't have said that because she didn't do anything but the sight of Kendall just angered me.

The last thing I expected was for Kendall to speak up for her. Normally, he would just stay there and watch his plan unravel. He was trying to get her to get to me. How do I tell her this? I can't because I was equally guilty for kissing Mel back. Gosh, what should I do?

'Don't talk to her like that. What is wrong with you?' Kendall voiced himself.

'Who are you again? That's right, I wasn't talking to you.' I stung back. 

Shailene attempted to simmer it down. As I said...she attempted. 'Could you guys not? Just stop it okay.' She turned to me. 'Andrew why are you here?'

'I want to talk to you, alone.'

Veronica spoke up from behind me. 'That's not gonna happen.'

'I didn't do anything, I don't even know why she came to my house.' 

'Yeah, and next thing you know, you wouldn't know how you became the father of Melanie's child either right?' Veronica just wouldn't shut up.

I turned to her slightly. Angered. 'Could you just-' I tried to think, I stopped mid sentence and turned back to where Shay and Kendall stood. 'At least listen to me.'

I saw Kendall smile and quickly wipe it off as he turned to Shay and rest his hand on her shoulder. I needed to get rid of him. He was ruining my life.

*Kendall's POV*

I didn't know what to do when I stood there. I didn't really know what to do other than my usual sitting back and watching my plans falling into place. But, what was that I was feeling? Was that a heartbeat coming from my frozen heart? Ha. I doubted it. I just didn't want her to cry anymore. I didn't want to grow attached in any way. However, I had to play this off in order to get the revenge I wanted.

I rest my hand on her shoulder after to try defending her from Andrew. Actually I was supposed to keep in mind that I was not supposed to know anything that happened.

It was supposed to be a comforting gesture and I could see the anger flash across Andrew's eyes. I was having so much fun and I was just excited to witness his downfall. Andrew Broker ,  I was gonna get back at you real bad.

Veronica's snappy comment about Mel's child make me want to laugh. I tried not to. 

Shay looked frustrated. I considered letting them talk alone but he seemed to me manning up in his head. What was he going to do? Fight me? I asked something to highlight how lost I was supposed to be in this situation. 'Who is he?' I asked her after I rest a comforting hand on her arm.

She barely whispered back, 'My boyfriend.'

Damn. Didn't she mean ex?

*Shailene's POV*

I couldn't stand this. I felt Kendall's hand rest on me and he barely asked real softly 'who is he', but I know that he could have figured it out by now. I mean, he saw him laying next to me on the beach that night right?

Which reminded me, Andrew never told me about his back marks, but then again, what didn't he have to explain? There was just so much. We really did need to talk, now that he's bringing it up. So, I decided to clear things up a bit.

'Kendall, I'll talk to you later, there's really some things that need to be sorted out here. Thank you.' He smiled reluctantly, I could see it. He said okay, gave me a hug and went out the door. I could feel Andrew's eyes pierce my soul as I watched Kendall walk out.

I spoke up a bit for Veronica to hear. 'Vers...' I was hoping she would pick up on what I was doing. She nodded, gestured to me where she was resting the stapler on the side table and retreated to my bedroom. I stared at Andrew. 'Who do you think you are?'

'Me? Shay I just wanna talk.'

'And what if I don't want to talk?'

'Then I won't leave.'

'Uh...yes you will. Veronica is in my house and you and I both know.---'

'Yeah whatever, she can't do anything to me, let her try.'

'What do you want to talk about?' I cut him short of his empty threats.

'I...' He bent his head. I noticed him inching his footsteps closer. 'I'm sorry...I am telling the truth here. You can't judge me over what you saw. You just have to hear what happened okay?'

'I'm listening.' My arms were folded. My intentions were to look like a careless rebel that couldn't care less about a heartbreak. I felt that way for a moment then remembered that my red eyes would just flatten my facade. 

'She just came over at my house and you happened to come in as soon as she threw herself on me.' He sounded real. 'I swear it's like she was timing you or something.'

'So you're trying to say she wanted you from the start?'

'How am I supposed to know? Shay, this is ridiculous. I'm telling you, people are trying to sabotage us.'

'Why would anyone want to do that? Well, except Melanie. 'People' refers to more than one, explain yourself.'

'I- well, no I was referring to her alone.'

'Whatever, we needed a break anyway.'

'What?!?'

'Yeah, you've been acting strange.' I sniffled. 'It was only about time till we been though this. You're hiding so many things from me. Not that it's a problem if you are, but you're making it obvious.'

'Just like you were making it obvious how much you wanted Kendall since you met him the first time?'

'Excuse me? Andrew how could you be like this? We're having a conversation on facts. Things that you're doing to cause me so much mental conflicts. And you bring up something so stupid?' I found my voice raising, pitch getting higher. I tried pushing down those emotions with some oxygen but I felt as if it was compressed and trapped in my head. I wasn't aware that I had closed my eyes.

Next thing I knew, I could feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I opened my eyes at that moment to see Andrew about to rest his forehead on mine.

He couldn't be serious. He's so bipolar and sometimeish. I tried to push him away a bit but it wouldn't make any sense, we would just end up in another disagreement. That didn't mean I was accepting everything. It meant I was going along with everything. But at the same time, I shouldn't. At the moment, I was staring into his eyes which were about an inch away from mine and I could feel his warm breath on my face. I whispered to him and closed my eyes. 'Andrew Broker I hate you so much right now.'

'Hate me as much as you want but that's not going to stop me from loving you as much as I do. And stop trying to push me away I can feel it.'

I stopped trying to ease out of his hands when he said that. I didn't know what to do. I should be screaming at him right now.

'Shay...' He eased his head back and looked at me, locking my eyes with his. I couldn't just look away. There was just this glint in his eyes that I couldn't just ignore. 'Please believe me. I don't know what's going on. I'm not trying to hide anything from you. I just don't want to tell you as yet. But I will. Melanie though, I swear I have no idea where she came from.'

'But you were kissing her back weren't you?'

'No I wasn't, she was pressing herself onto me and I was shocked in the first place. Believe me, I don't care about anyone else, I just want to be good enough for you. Which is why I won't tell you anything as yet. I was afraid you would judge me. Even though' He took a moment to breathe. 'Even though it sounds stupid, I know you won't judge me but just give me some time to understand myself.'

All I could think of at the moment was this. 'But we could've been through this together Andrew, you don't have to worry about things on your own. That's why I'm here.'

'I know, I should've thought to explain it like this to you earlier instead of shouting that day. I'm sorry.'

'Okay.' He pressed his head onto my neck and just stayed there. What was I to do? I still loved him too.

With my arms draped over him too, I remembered how much it took from him to tell me about his back that night. He was probably really having the hardest time coping with whatever was in his mind. And besides, it was Melanie's fault. I should have listened to Veronica's judgement since the start.

Then I remembered how much I pressed Andrew to tell me things. I felt bad to know that I was probably making him feel worse than he already was. Then I told him what I thought he deserved to hear. 'I'm sorry too.'

*Veronica's POV*

Melanie. Playing with MY best friend's emotions. Melanie Haynes. That twisted little b***h thought that she could go around placing her body on whoever's belongings she wanted to. I was going to fix her straight. I never liked her since the start. She was too fake. Clearly I was the only one who saw through it.

Melanie Haynes, I will get you.