Due to my long weekend and my sister getting married tomorrow.

Along with my busy day Monday.

I've decided to post the new chapter today instead of making y'all wait.

Enjoy.

With Love

WhoooahKay.

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We've come to learn that Olivia being sick Monday, was not because of the pill she took.

With Oaken being sick yesterday, and Connor out of commission today, we've now declared it Pate Sickness Week. Because not only in Connor out, Holly is feeling it a bit too.

Olivia had to be to school early today to help Bebe with a pep assembly for the girls basketball team, because after the last assembly, she was voted Junior Class VP, which means big brother Mason took initiative and gave Oaken a ride to school.

We also went and got Ben, which is per usual. But he gets his car back next weekend from the shop after wrecking it at the end of last school year, so soon it will be just Connor and I. And I went and got Ryan, because Josh took their car this morning.

"Does anyone else feel like we're playing Russian Roulette with the Pate siblings?" Ryan asked as we got out of my truck. "You know, hanging out with all of them once a week to see which one of them gets us sick?"

"Honestly we should probably be wearing a hazmat suit." I laughed.

"Shut up." Oaken nodded. "It's not funny. I literally threw up on my mother yesterday. It's that bad."

"Ew." Ben shook his head.

We decided we would be good big brothers today and walk Oaken to his locker, but when we turned down his hall, he stepped back around the corner.

"What is your issue?" I looked down at him.

"Bebe's locker." He nodded.

We all stuck our heads around the corner. And Tyson Ball was at her locker with her.

"Little Amber, I've been trying for weeks, when are you going to give me a shot?" Tyson sighed.

"When hell freezes over." She nodded. "I've been telling you for weeks that I have a boyfriend."

"What the fuck." Ben shook his head.

"He's been hitting on her for weeks now." Oaken took a deep breath.

"Trust me, I know you have a boyfriend. But, Little Oaken Pate, really? What does he have that I don't honestly?" Tyson leaned against the lockers.

"Oh I don't know. Two functioning arms seeing as someone decided to try to bully him to not join the hockey team?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Baby I only need one arm to make you a very happy girl. Happier than he ever will." Tyson nodded.

"So you've been saying. For weeks now."

"Oaken." I pursed my lips. "Please tell me that this is not the reason you asked Carter to teach you how to punch."

He had the most blank expression and just kept listening.

I sighed and handed my bag to Ben.

"What?" Ben whispered.

"I have a feeling." I nodded and rolled up my hoodie sleeves at the same time Oaken did.

"You realize that I don't care about your little bitch boyfriend right?" Tyson wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Don't touch me." She shook her head.

"Stop playing hard to get. You can keep your boyfriend, I just want some loving from you too."

And with that, Oaken took off walking.

"Shit, Ben go find Will. You're faster." I started walking after him.

I'm not going to lie, I was walking real slow, because well, Tyson's had it out for Oaken since the hockey try outs. So, I'm gonna let Oaken get a few hits in.

It's the right thing to do.

He got to Bebe's locker, grabbed Dyson by the back of his shirt, cocked back, and straight rocked him in his shit.

"Atta boy Oak." Ryan whispered.

I was really hoping that Oaken would leave it at that, but when Oaken dropped down on top of him and started swinging, I realized the extent of what he was about to do and started running. "Bebe! Go find Ol!" I yelled.

"Stay the hell away from my girlfriend." Oaken yelled, and well, he we off.

"Oaken get off!" Ryan started pulling on his shirt, but he wasn't budging. "Jesus what the fuck did he eat this morning!"

But then Tyson started swinging from the ground, and caught Oaken right on the bridge of his nose, but Oak kept going.

"Alright Oaken, enough! He gets it!" I yelled and I started pulling too.

Tyson swung again, but this time, he did not hit Oaken.

He fucking hit Ryan, and his face went completely flat. "I know I didn't just get punched in the face." He wiped his mouth, and sure as hell he's bleeding. "OH HELL NO!"

And now Ryan is also swinging.

Here I am, trying to shove myself between Oaken and Ryan, catching hands that are not meant for me, in attempt to break up a fight with 2 big tempers, and a kid who will not leave well enough alone.

"What the hell!" I heard from above me.

"Fucking help!" I yelled.

Will and Ben started pulled Ryan and Oaken off, they pinned them both to lockers, and just as I said, Tyson just will not leave well enough alone.

He stood up and started walking right toward them.

"Are fucking dumb." I stepped in front of them.

"Move Hollow." He nodded.

"Move me." I nodded. "Walk the fuck away. I'm not 14, they ain't stopping me."

Then he pushed me.

I pursed my lips and nodded. "You touch me again, I'm touching you back."

"No!" Will ran between us. "Tyson I promise you, he really will touch you the fuck back." He pushed him down the hall. "He has touched me back! Walk away!"

"And stay the hell away from other peoples girlfriends." I yelled.

"I've already had your fucking girlfriend." He yelled as Will pushed him around the corner.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Ben, Ryan and Oaken.

Their jaws were just dropped.

Olivia, Bebe, and Carter came walking around the corner.

"What the hell happened?" Olivia shook her head and looked at the boys.

Ryan Ben and I just looked at Carter.

"What?" He pursed his lips.

"We found out why Oaken wanted to learn how to punch." I nodded.

Carter looked down at Olivia.

"You did not teach my brother how to punch." She shook her head.

He scrunched his face.

"You teaching him how to punch, got me punched." Ryan nodded.

Carter cleared his throat. "Sorry."

Olivia just rolled her eyes, grabbed Oaken by the front of his shirt, and walked away.

I wish I could say that I got what Tyson said out of my head, but I didn't.

So at lunch, I found the one person I knew would know for sure.

"Abbigail." I sat down with her.

"Well hello." She smiled.

"I have a question." I folded my hands.

"OK?" She gave me a look.

"Earlier, Tyson said something when he walked away, and I wanted to ask you about it before I asked Ol."

"What'd he say?" She shook her head.

"Well, I told him to stay the hell away from other peoples girlfriends, but he yelled that he's already had mine."

Her eyes got wide. "I think I got called to the nurse." She stood up.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down. "I don't like that response."

She sighed. "So what are you asking?"

"Was he lying just to piss me off?"

She took a deep breath. "There was a short period of time our sophomore year where they were hanging out. And, they didn't have sex, but they did have a certain kind of sex." She scrunched her face.

I raised my eyebrows. "So, he went down on my girlfriend."

She pursed her lips and shook her head.

I sighed. "She gave Tyson Ball head." I nodded. "How many people?"

"That's where you should talk to Liv." She nodded.

"Is it alot?" I shook my head.

"To you, not even close, to some people, maybe."

Oh fuck me. Come on.

I just want one good fucking day where I'm not buying emergency contraceptives, where I'm not dealing with relationship drama, and I'm not finding out about other fucking dude who have been with my girlfriend!

You know something that freaks me out?

Quiet Mason.

When Mason is quiet, something is on his mind, and I have been helping him study for his history test Friday, and he has not said a word outside of the Holocaust.

Normally he would be complaining about not being downstairs with Connor, Ben and Ryan.

"Mason." I sighed.

"What Olivia." He didn't even look up from his book.

"Hold up. Why are you mad at me?" I put a hand up.

"Who said I'm mad at you?"

"You called me Olivia. What's up?" I shook my head.

He sighed and closed his book. "Can I ask you something?"

"Always." I nodded.

"How many people have you had sex with?"

I raised my eyebrows. "5, you know that."

"Any type of sex?" He finally looked at me.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Where did that come from?"

"Earlier, I told Tyson to stay away from other peoples girlfriends. And he yelled that he had already had mine. I asked Abby because I didn't want to bother you if it was bullshit, but it is in fact, not bullshit."

"You're right, it's not. But you know I was with people before you."

"I kind of figured you knew by sex, I mean any kind." He nodded. "How many?"

"Including the 5?"

"Yeah." He set his books on my bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Including the 5. 15."

His head shot right back down. "15?" He raised his eyebrows. "Since the fuck when!"

"Mason, you didn't think that Kalum was the first guy I had done anything with, did you." I pursed my lips.

"Yes!" He yelled. "Olivia you've never been that kind of girl! When the hell did you start giving dudes head!"

"OK, you have been with far more people than I have." I nodded.

"And you've known that! I am just finding out!"

I groaned. "8th grade. Like typical fucking teenagers these days."

"Who?" He crossed his arms.

"What do you want a list?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Preferably." He nodded.

"Are you serious?"

He just stared at me.

Now this, this one could be a problem. Because there are 2 people on that list that literally NO ONE knows about but me, and them.

"Well, you, Cam, Kalum, Duke and Mitch."

"And the other 10. 10 fucking dudes!"

"Compared to your 50 plus females, don't play with me." I shook my head.

"Who."

"Well, Tyson, Dakota Stafford, Dylan Nobles, Nico-"

"Nico as in Nico fucking Palmer!" He yelled.

"You don't get to do that. You want the list or not?" I crossed my arms.

He groaned and nodded.

"Kyle Jackson, Colt Thomas, and Grant."

"Grant, as in-"

"Yes." I rolled my eyes.

He got his thinking face on and scrunched his face. "2 more." He nodded.

"That's all you need." I shook my head.

"Olivia Annabel Pate, we're not doing this again, because the last time you did, I found out my cousin, took your virginity. It can't be as bad as that."

I scrunched my face.

"I'm waiting."

I sighed. "Josh."

His jaw dropped. "Josh. Josh Chandler?"

I nodded. "The ninth grade. He was the second. He was still confused, so, we, well. I'm not going there. And, he just wanted to see if there was a possibility that he liked girls too. He is 100% gay."

"Who was the first?"

"Not important." I shook my head.

"It is to me Olivia. Have you already said his name, or is it the one you're leaving out for god knows what reason."

I was completely silent.

"Who was it Olivia. Who the fuck would let a girl in the 8th grade give them a blow job."

"You were having sex in the 8th grade!"

"I'm a whore! You're not!" He screamed.

I sighed. "Mason I really can't tell you."

"You just told me that you have blown my cousin, 2 of my best friends one of which is gay, and fucking Grant. I can take it." He nodded.

"No, no you can't." I shook my head. "At this very moment, I think you have gotten enough of a list and I prefer to avoid a fight."

"This is not a fight, this isn't an argument, it is a heated discussion between boyfriend and girlfriend. Who the fuck was it."

I just stared at him.

"Olivia, it can not be worse than you telling me you fucked my cousin. Both times! It really can not be that bad."

"It's that bad." I nodded.

"The only people who would be worse are all downstairs, and one of them is your brother."

And with that, I just simply laid back, and threw my pillow over my face.

It was quiet for a few minutes.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

I hugged my pillow tighter, and he ripped it right off my face. "Ben or Ryan."

He now, had his 'someones getting their ass beat' look on, and now I'm terrified.

"Ryan or Ben!" He yelled.

"Ben." I sunk back in to my bed.

He just stared at me.

"Mason?" I sat up.

He held a finger up, shook his head, and took a few deep breath. "Why, in the FUCK WOULD YOU BLOW BEN WHEN YOU WERE 14! I'M AT LEAST ASSUMING YOU WERE 14 TO GIVE YOU BOTH THE BENEFIT OF THE FUCKING DOUBT. WHY!" He stood up.

"I asked him to teach me." I sighed.

"Teach you what! How to give head?"

I nodded. "I was just, I was curious, and I wanted to know what the hype was about, so, I asked him one night when you and Con were at basketball and I was helping him cram for an Algebra test. He said no at first, and then I told him why, and we both promise we would never talk about it again."

"So you mean to tell me that Ben taught you how to do that thing where you roll your tongue across my-"

"Stop!" I yelled. "Don't please."

"You gave Ben a blow job." He nodded.

I nodded.

"3 years ago? End of 8th grade." He pursed his lips.

I nodded.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and simply turned and walked out of my room.

"Mason." I jumped up and followed. "Mason what're you doing." I chased him down the stairs.

"I'm gonna knock his fucking teeth out." He nodded.

"Mason I swear to god! It was 3 years ago!" I yelled.

"I don't fucking care Olivia!" I turned the bottom steps.

"Why do you have that look on your face." Connor stood up.

"I don't like that face." Ben stood up and shook his head.

Mason grabbed the front of Bens shirt and swung.

"Fuck!" Ben screamed as he dropped.

"Why, why the fuck is everyone swinging today." Ryan stood up. "What the fuck is your problem."

"Jesus Christ." I whined.

"You've got one god damn chance to lie to me or I'm fucking swinging again." Mason screamed and pointed at Ben.

"What the fuck did I do." Ben grabbed his mouth. "Fuck me!" He laid back down.

"Who taught Olivia how to give head Ben!" He yelled.

I swear this kids face turned stark white and he just looked at me.

Mason bent down and grabbed the front of his shirt. "HI. I asked you, not her! Lie to me, please fucking lie to me!"

"It was a really long time ago." Ben nodded.

"I'm sorry. What?" Connor looked at me.

"Say it Ben! Fucking say it right now! Who taught her Ben! When did it happen!" Mason screamed.

"Me!" Ben yelled. "Alright? I did!"

"When!"

"The end of our freshman year Mason, 3 years ago! Do not fucking hit me again!"

"You were in the 8th fucking grade when this bullshit started!" Connor yelled.

"Oh get over it Connor." I rolled my eyes.

"What did you do with my girlfriend!"

"She wasn't your girlfriend back then Mase. You know I would never-"

And then came the second swing.

"Mason, stop!" Ryan ran over and wrapped Masons arm behind his back. "He gets it. Stop swinging."

"No!" He yelled. "You're not fucking stupid Ben! It was only 3 years ago, when you of all people knew how the fuck I felt about her! I told you at homecoming freshman year that I was in to Olivia. I was drunk but I fucking told you!"

"Hold the fuck on!" Connor yelled. "What the hell is happening right now!"

"Your fucking sister, has blown a total of 15 dudes since the 8th grade, and Ben and Josh were the first 2!" Mason shot around.

"Whoah, Josh?" Ryan looked at me. "My brother?"

"Oh Jesus Christ." I plopped down on to the couch. "Trying to save this situation is useless."

"15 Olivia!" Connor yelled.

"Yeah, Nico was one of them too!" Mason yelled then looked back down at Ben. "Truth or dare, at the cabin, threesome, makes fucking sense now! I have never gone near a girl you asked me not to! Ever! You knew! I told you, and you still fucking did it Ben!" He shook his head, and just walked through the kitchen.

Oaken basically sprinted through the kitchen. "I shouldn't have came home." He ran up the stairs.

"Shit." Ben sighed, sat up, and looked at me. "We promised Ol. For this fucking reason. Them!"

"I tried Ben. You know him. He just kept going and going." I shook my head.

He groaned and stood up. "I'll be back." He grabbed his mouth and walked in to the kitchen.

I expected Connor screaming. But he just sat there silently staring at me.

Ryan, he's the one who broke the silence. "So." He pursed his lips and looked at me. "Is it big?"

Connor and I just looked at him.

"Oh come on, you're wondering the same thing." He looked at Connor.

And Connor, completely broke down laughing.

What the fuck just happened.

I know.

I know it was 3 years ago.

They both told me multiple times.

That doesn't change anything.

I know I never asked, but I feel like they've both been lying.

I have always, ALWAYS felt like a Matty McKibben. Turns out, I'm Jake Rosati.

I left because I was actually scared that I may kill my best friend.

I went over to my house, and for the first time in a really long time, I went out on my roof and just sat there for few minutes, until someone sat down next to me, literally on my roof.

"You're either fucking stupid and want pushed off this bitch, or you really don't care at this point."

"Neither." Ben shook his head. "I mean, I would appreciate it if you didn't push me off your roof, and Mase, I do care. You know I do."

"You're obviously up here for a reason Benjamin. What." I crossed my arms.

"Mason I didn't know." He sighed. "I know you told me, but I didn't believe you because you were drunk. When you're drunk you tend to latch to the first girl who walks in front of you." He nodded.

I just looked at him.

"OK. Not the point." He shook his head. "If I would've known you were serious, you know I wouldn't have done it."

"What all did you do Ben." I sighed.

"You know what you need to know. I'm not going in to detail about this."

"You are if you want to continue being on the roof and not thrown off it." I nodded.

He groaned. "We just gave each other head Mason. That's it. We never had sex, it never went past anything physical."

"Each other." I shook my head. "For how long?"

"How long did it last?" He gave me a look.

"No, jack ass."

"How long were we fucking around?" He raised his eyebrows.

I nodded.

He got really quiet and just looked down.

"More than once?" I pursed my lips.

He nodded.

"Just tell me Ben. If I couldn't take it, you would not still be up here."

He took a deep breath. "All soccer season our freshman year. I disappeared after games. For a few hours. I was with Olivia."