The New Girl Next Door

Chapter 2

Kaylie’s POV

I wake up because my phone is vibrating so much. When I go to check it there are bunch of text and f*******: messages, but instead I notice the time. s**t. I never set an alarm and now I only have 15 minutes to get ready. Toby is on his way to pick me up to grab breakfast before I go to my family party.

As I am brushing my teeth my phone is still blowing up, mainly from Claire and Emma, which does not surprise me. There was a party last night and they probably want to talk about everything that went down at it. My class has a private f*******: page where everyone likes to post different drama that is taking place. The school administration is not aware of this page, so people will post about when parties are happening, test and homework answers, and plenty of other pictures that probably shouldn’t be on the internet. But we are dumb teenagers, so what are we going to do? The morning after a party everyone flocks to that page either to post about what went down or to read about it.

I don’t have time to check all the notifications. I put my phone on silent and head out to the door since Toby is already outside waiting for me.

“Hey babe, where do you want to go for breakfast?” I ask him as I climb into his car.

Once the door closes, he snaps, “Don’t f*****g babe me after what you did!” What is he talking about? What did I do? He starts driving away from my house without even sparing a glance at me.

“Toby, I have no clue what you are talking about.” I say as I am putting on my seatbelt since he left my driveway so fast that I didn’t have time to put it on. He ignores me and continues driving to God knows where. “Fine, ignore me, whatever.”

We pull into the parking lot of the park near my house. Once Toby stops his car, I turn to him and demand, “You going to tell me why you are so mad at me all of a sudden.”

“You f*****g know why,” he screams. He must sense my confusion and says, “Because you f****d Dylan yesterday at the party!”

What? I sit there and Dylan’s words from last night play in my head, ‘You’ll pay for that bitch.’ Is this seriously happening?

I grab Toby’s hand. “Toby, he is lying. I would never do that to you. And you know how much I hate Dylan, so why would I do anything with him?”

He pulls his hand away and looks at me with so much disgust. “Why wouldn’t you cheat on me, it’s not like we were official.”

I start to cry. I can’t help it. I’m so upset that Dylan would do something like this, but more importantly that Toby would believe him over me. “Toby, just because we didn’t have a label, it never changed how I felt about you. Also, you are the one that never wanted to make us official, and I was fine with that. I didn’t need the label of being your girlfriend to care about you.”

“Why would I believe a w***e like you over Dylan who has been my friend for almost ten years?” I can’t believe he just said that. It only makes me cry harder.

I try my best to reason with him as I say, “Because he is an asshole and thinks he can do whatever he wants. You know last night when you asked why I was upset and I said stupid drunk people, I was referring to Dylan. He kissed me and wanted to have s*x with me. And now because I told him no, he is telling everyone that we did to get back at me.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” he says trying to hold back his own tears. “And thanks to you I look like an i***t because my girl cheated on me.”

I’m done. It doesn’t matter what I say, Toby isn’t going to believe me. He chose Dylan over me, and nothing is going to change that. I’m not sitting here any longer allowing him to yell at me and call me a w***e for no reason. I climb out of his car and before I close the door, I look at him and say, “As much as I plead to you that I am telling you the truth, you will keep believing Dylan. You don’t believe me, and you don’t trust me, even though I gave you every reason to. So, bye Toby, I’m done, we’re done.”

I slam his door shut and start walking towards the swings, not caring how many tears are falling from my face. When I reach the swings, I look up and see Toby sitting in his car crying. Even though we weren’t official, we were still together, and I was falling in love with him, and he was falling in love with me. He then wipes his eyes and grabs his phone. I can see a smirk appearing on his face as he types something. I’m not sure what he is doing but I don’t think I am going to like it, especially since he glares at me before he drives off.

Before I head home, I decide to check all the notifications on my phone. The group chat between Emma, Claire, and I have over thirty unread messages. Most of the texts are the two of them asking me if I was okay, where I was, and if I saw the f*******: page, as well as telling me that they know Dylan is lying. I am glad the two them know that d**k is lying, too bad no one else will. I will text them back in a bit. I need to see what is being said on f*******:.

I open the f*******: page and it is worse than I thought. Dylan made a post about it, and it already has over a hundred comments and likes.

Dylan Larson: There is officially one less virgin. Sorry Toby but your girl couldn’t keep her hands off me.

I start scrolling through the comments and I feel like I’m going to be sick. How can people be saying this? All the names of the commenters blend together as I read them.

Comments: Dang you got with Kaylie, she wouldn’t put out when we were together; What a w***e; Becky is going to kill her; Dylan why would you even want to touch her, she is so ugly?

These are only a few of them, but as I read each one, I want to scream at the top of my lungs and hunt Dylan down to punch him in the face.

I get a notification that I am tagged in a photo that was just posted.

Toby Novak: Never even liked her, just wanted to get in her pants. I mean come on she isn’t even pretty. I only liked her ass and boobs. #ButterFace

Image: Me in a purple bra and Toby’s blue boxers sitting on his bed while smiling.

Comments: Total butterface; It’s a shame an ass like that was put on face like hers; I wish I could see what’s under her bra; Toby even though the face is busted at least she has a nice rack.

Toby took that picture of me a couple of weeks ago when we were hanging out. I told him that I bet I would look better in his boxers than him. He said I won the bet then he kissed me. I guess that means nothing now. I just can’t believe he would post that picture and say those things about me.

I know I should close the app and go home, but it’s like a car accident. I can’t stop staring at it. I need to know what people are saying. I receive one more notification and it is from f*******: Messenger.

Becky Reed: You seriously hooked up with my man of all people. Are you stupid, Kaylie? I will make your life a living, and you know I can. Watch your back this summer and next year at school. Bye b***h.

I sit on the swing crying, wondering what I ever did to deserve any of this. I quickly call Emma because I know she is with Claire. I cry into the phone and the two of them listen.