"What the hell are you doing here, Saw? Half naked on top of that?" Evan's loud and almost angry voice booms throughout the room and I wince.

Evan doesn't really get angry, yes, he gets pissed easily, but he rarely gets angry. But his tone is a clearly indication that this is him beyond pissed off, this is him angry.

"I—" Sawyer starts but shuts his mouth almost immediately when he sees Evan seething.

Jordan, however, takes a step forward to stand between the two brother and I internally yell at him because that's the last thing he should be doing!

"I can explain." He starts and I slam my hand against my forehead, because this situation couldn't get any worse.

Oh, it can. Sawyer almost loses the grip on his towel and I immediately look away but when I am sure that he's decent, I look at the three of them and my eyes flicker to a very helpless Chris, who's just judging the whole situation as I am. But he's a little bit more at loss because he doesn't know Evan and Sawyer that well, at least not Evan, I don't know about Sawyer and his bond.

"Oh my fucking god, how the hell did I not connect the dots earlier." Evan closes his eyes, the realisation of the situation hitting him hard. "He's your boyfriend that you are always talking about, isn't he?" He points at Jordan, his eyes flickering between the two of them.

Breanna's staring at the whole situation with wide eyes and when she looks at me for some kind of help, I just shrug at her.

"He is." Sawyer says, his head hanging low and the look of hurt taking over Jordan's face.

I know he's not ashamed of Jordan, he's just ashamed that his brother had to found out this way. Evan's hands turn into a fist as he stares at the two of them.

"That day, when we were at home and you did that two finger salute thing with An, and you immediately asked about Jordan! Shit." He curses, realisation hitting him hard before he turns to Jordan, "And you, you have been screwing my brother all this while we have been hanging out? Never felt like telling me?" He looks at Jordan.

Well, he has right to be mad at Sawyer, but he's just being an asshole to Jordan now. And I can't stand that, so I speak up, "Ev, don't talk to him like that." I say, his eyes snapping to mine.

At first, there's a little softness behind them as he looks at me but then his face pales as he just keeps staring at me, "Please, for fuck's sake, tell me you didn't know about this." He says, his voice harsh yet hopeful as he keeps looking at me.

I immediately look away for a second before my eyes fixing back on him as hurt takes over his features, "It wasn't my place to tell, Evan." I say and he just stares at Sawyer.

"You told her and not me?"

Sawyer opens his mouth but doesn't say anything. So I speak up again, "He didn't tell me, I just found of accidentally." I tell him but he just keeps staring at me.

"And you didn't feel the need to tell me? Your supposed best friend?" He snaps.

"It wasn't my place to tell. And what do you mean by supposed, Evan? You're my best friend as I am yours." I say, scowling at his tone.

"Really, are you? Because you sure as hell haven't been acting like the Adrianna I know!" His voice is so harsh that it actually makes pain grow in my chest.

"Don't talk to her like that." Chris speaks up and I glare at him to back off, but he just keeps looking at Evan.

"And who the hell are you to tell me how to talk to her?" His glare shifts to Chris, "Oh wait, her boyfriend." He remarks slightly.

"I am, you got a problem with that?" Chris takes a step towards Evan and he does the same.

"You might be her boyfriend, Jones, but I have been her best friend for fourteen years while you earned your tag fourteen hours ago! Learn your place." Evan says, pure anger seething his tone.

Fuck. I immediately step forward and carefully place my hand on Chris's arm, remembering how he said that he cannot handle anyone touching him when he's mad. His eyes snap to mine but I beg him not to do anything stupid that he might regret later through my eyes.

"Evan, go home. You are angry, and you need to cool off." Sawyer finally speaks up and I mentally agree.

Evans scoffs, "Since you already have a place to live, don't bother coming home. I mean it." He says before walking through the door and at the same time, Kate appears on the doorway.

She looks at the tense environment and immediately speaks up, "I am so sorry Jordan, I forgot to mention that Sawyer came to give you a surprise but you weren't here.." She trails off.

Jordan doesn't say anything, he just stares at her mother but Sawyer speaks up, "It's okay, Kate. Not a problem." He gives her a small smile and she gives out a hesitant nod before leaving.

Sawyer turns to me, "Will you go talk to him?" He asks and I immediately nod, not even thinking about it.

"Are you nuts? He just yelled at her and he needs to cool it off before anyone talks to him." Chris says, clearly against the idea and I sigh.

But before I can speak, Sawyer does, "She can handle him, trust me."

Chris shakes his head, "Hell no!"

Again, just as I open my mouth to speak, Breanna interrupts, "I'll go with you." She tells me and I am about to say something but she shakes her head at me as if asking me to just shut up and play along.

"He'll come around, just give him a day." I tell Sawyer, "Also, wear some fucking clothes." I say and he cracks a small smile.

Jordan is still staring at the ground while Chris is glaring at me, but I don't meet his eyes because I am kind of pissed at him. We have been dating one day, and I know he's worried about me, but that doesn't give him the right to control things for me. He cannot do that! Especially not when Evan is concerned, not with him.

Breanna takes my hand and we leave the house, thankfully without having to confront Jordan's parents. As soon as we are out on the street, Breanna tugs at my arm.

"Go talk to him, alright? Give me a call afterwards." She says and I frown.

"I thought you were coming with me."

She shakes her head with a small smile on her face, "Had to get you out of there. Just go!" She gives me a slight push and I give her a quick hug before hurrying down the street.

I know exactly where to find him, so it doesn't take me long to reach the park and the swing set. He's staring far off as he swings slightly back and forth. Silently, I make my way to him and sit down on the empty swing seat besides him.

His eyes flicker to but he doesn't say a word as he continues to stare at nothingness. Kids are playing in the park, couple of parents talking amongst themselves. I don't want to start talking first, because I know he doesn't want to hear anything, I am just waiting for him to speak up.

After ten long minutes of stretched silence between the two of us, I finally hear him speak, "I am sorry."

I almost miss it due to the fact that we are outside but he turns his head towards me slightly and continues, "I was a dick back there."

"Yeah, you were." I say, not denying.

He scoffs, "Thanks, An, I feel so much better." He says sarcastically.

I turn the chain of my swing and turn it to face him completely, "I won't feed you bullshit to make you feel better, Evan. I am not that person." I tell him truthfully and he nods.

"I know. That's why, I am sorry I yelled at you and said things that I didn't mean. It's just..." He pauses, turning his swing as hell as he faces me directly, our knees brushing together, "It feels like everything's changing, An. And it's happening so fast that I am not able to keep up."

His voice is strained, and I know this isn't just about finding out that Sawyer hid the relationship from him. Maybe that was a trigger, but there's a lot more going on in his head than just this.

"You feel like we're growing up too fast?" I ask, trying to make a sense of his thought and he immediately nods.

"You always know what I mean, An." He smiles a little, "I feel like we just entered high school few years back and now, like not even an year later, we'll be going off to different states. The thought is scary as fuck."

I keep my hand on his knee, trying ignore the familiar feelings that seeps in, "What is this really about, Ev?" I ask.

"It's about Sawyer not telling me, of course. But then, I kind of understand. If he told me that Jordan was his boyfriend, that would kind of mean him outing him, which isn't right." He shrugs and I give him a small smile, because he actually understands.

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you." I say and he looks into my eyes, his hazel ones swirling with emotions I can't detect.

"I know, and I snapped at everyone. God, I feel so embarrassed!" He says and I laugh a little.

"It's okay, Ev. All of us make mistakes, you just have to apologise." I tell him and he leans forward, leaving very little space between us.

"You have got to stop doing that." He says, his voice suddenly deep and husky, sending a shiver through my body as I gulp, suddenly realising the change in the mood.

"What?"

"Your hand." He whispers and my eyes flicker down to where my hand has unknowingly landed on his thigh, my fingers running across the cloth of his jeans.

I immediately retract my hand back to myself and when I look up, he's even closer, our mouths inches apart as his eyes search mine, and my insides feel so conflicted.

Is he about to kiss me?

I wanted that, I still would have if it weren't for Chris's thoughts coming in my head. I can't ever do that to him, especially because I know it would break me if he did something similar to me. We might have just started our relationship last night, but I have liked him for over a month now, and that means that I have actual feelings for him.

My eyes search for Evan's but I am unable to deter what's going on his mind, so I say the only thing I know will make him snap out of it, "Rose." I mumble and it's like a wall falls down, and I am able to read the surprise on his features.

He closes his eyes and nod, his forehead coming to rest on mine, "Chris." He whispers and guilt fills me almost immediately for feeling the way that I do.

Evan takes in a shaky breath before his hand travels down to the nape of my neck as he brushes my hair off, his thumb coming to caress the bruised skin on my neck, immediately making me part my lips in surprise.

"I hate that he left this on you." He mumbles and I look at him wide eyed, his eyes meeting my shocked ones as a lopsided smile takes over his features, "I saw it earlier, and didn't want to point it out. For my own sanity." He says and I nod, looking away.

"What are you doing, Ev?" I ask, my voice barely collected.

He sighs, his hand falling off from my skin and I tell myself not to miss the feeling. "I don't know, An. It's annoying the fuck out of me," he says, tugging on his hair before he meets my eyes, "You're making me go insane." He mumbles.

I look at him in surprise, still too dazed to figure out what he really means, "What do you mean?" I ask.

He shakes his head, looking down on the sandy dirt, "I am still figuring thing out, alright? But.. seeing you with him, it just makes me feel.."

"Jealous?" I ask, hoping that I am not feeding words into his mouth but when he nods, I immediately look away.

"It does."

"Is it the kind of jealous where you wish it were you with me or is it the kind of jealous, 'Oh shit, An has another important male in her life.' Which one is it?" I ask, being as straight forward as I can be because he's confusing the fuck out of me, and he's making me doubt my feelings and I don't appreciate that one bit.

When I told Chris that I like him, I did after a lot of mental debate, especially after we kissed because I knew that kiss meant something to me. A part of the relief was that he didn't regret the kiss, he actually kissed me again! Sure, Chris is the supposed bad boy and you are supposed to doubt his feelings for you, and I did. I remember telling myself, 'Adrianna, you're just one simple girl, how the hell can a guy like Chris like you?' But all of the doubts flew out of the window after the first date.

He showed me a side to him which was hidden to the world — the broken part of him that couldn't be fixed. And I know what that meant to him, he was telling me that he trusts me, and that I could trust him, not only with my secrets, but with my feelings too.

And he knows that I am in love with Evan, yet he's choosing to be with me because he's also aware that I like him. What else could I ask for in a guy?

Evan and I — we are best friends. And no matter what he says, I know we would never have what he has with Rose, or what I have with Chris.

So, when he doesn't meet my eye after the question, I immediately know that the answer is latter. He's afraid to be replaced, he isn't afraid that I am with someone else, he just has the fear that someone else has the potential of replacing him in my life.

Fisting my hands, I stand up, "Ev, I'm going to say this every time you doubt me, I am never replacing you in my life. What Chris and I have, that doesn't concern the fact that you're my best friend. Alright?"

He's still looking at the ground but he nods, "I am sorry." He mumbles, and I look up at the sky to push back the tears of guilt.

Feeling this way for him, and being with another guy even though he knows everything — doesn't help with the guilt.

"Come on, let's go. You have to talk to Sawyer." I tell him and just then my phone pipes, it's a text from Sawyer only. "He's at home. Wants to see you."

Evan nods, standing up and we silently walk through the sidewalk. When we reach his home, he immediately hugs me and I wrap my arms around him, sighing.

"I'll call you, okay?" He says after he parts and I nod.

When he disappears behind the front door, I look between my house and the house across the street. What the hell! I hate being mad at him, so I might as well go and talk right now.

I cross the street and ring the doorbell, waiting for him to open the door, my nerves hitting me like always when I am about to see Chris. He swings open the door, and just by one look at him, I can tell that he's mad.

He stares at me, his jaw tightened, "What do you want?" He asks.

"Oh, come on in, Chris, I have a lovely home." I remark sarcastically but he just tightens his fist.

Okay, what the fuck? He cannot be possibly this mad just because I left with Breanna. I frown at him.

"Whatever it is that's going on in that head of yours, can we discuss that inside? I don't want to give our town a show." I say and he doesn't move but then step away after a few seconds, letting me walk in.

I walk in, and he closes the door behind me, moving to go into the living room and I follow behind him silently, after removing my sneakers by the front door.

"What the hell are you so pissed at?" I ask him, not even bothering to take a seat.

He's standing across from me, the couch in the middle of us, and his back to the television. "Do I even need to tell you, Adrianna?" He asks, his voice seething and I immediately gasp at the realisation that he used my first name.

He never uses my first name, and the fact that he did under the circumstances when we are having our supposed first argument as a couple, it just doesn't fits well with me.

"Don't use my name like that." I point out, not liking the way it was laced with so much anger.

He scoffs, "So, I should call you An, instead?"

"Jay." I warn him, I don't know what he's doing, but he's just ticking me off.

"What? Why the hell did you have to leave to see him?" He asks, his anger just increasing and I grit my teeth together.

"Because he's my best friend and sure, he was angry but he was also upset. You had no right to tell me that I couldn't leave to see him, especially in front of others. You don't control me." I yell.

For a moment, I think he wouldn't say anything, but his tone comes back equally harsh, "You're my girlfriend! If I feel like there's something that could potentially hurt you, I will ask you to stop. Alright?" He pinches the bridge of his nose, "And then you say that Breanna and you will go together, but you went alone."

I open my mouth to argue but immediately shut it. How the hell did he know? It's like he reads the question of my face and immediately answers.

"I was standing by the window in Jordan's room. You both went different ways." He says and I nod.

"Jay, I have known him all my life, and I know Breanna being there would have just ticked him off. Understand me, please!" I beg, my anger resolving a little as I stare at him. I don't want to fight him, I hate when we went days without talking, and back then we were friends. Now that I know how we feel, it's going to be so much more difficult.

"And your presence wouldn't have? Don't give me bullshit, Claire." He snaps.

I sigh, rubbing my temples, "He needed his best friend, and I was there for him, alright? Much like Jordan and you." I point out in the simplest way I can and I see a sense of understanding dawning on his face, but it goes away just as quickly it comes.

"You kissed him." He states, and I immediately gasp.

For a second, I feel like he knows about the kiss, but it's impossible. Only four people know — Dad, Breanna, Evan and I. And none of us would never tell that to another person. But the way Chris is fuming, it makes me doubt something. I am definitely missing something here. But then it clicks! Fuck.

"You followed me, didn't you?" I say, and he glares at me.

"Glad I did." He snaps.

I scoff, "Seriously, Jay? You don't trust me enough?"

"How can you even say that after you practically cheated on me?" He yells and my hands tug at the roots of my hair.

"Why the hell did you follow me?" I ask.

"Because I actually hated how angry he was! I didn't want him to snap at you, because I know how much it would bother you if he said something he didn't mean in his anger! You would be crushed." He's still yelling but his words have the opposite effect than they should. It actually shuts me up. He didn't follow me because he doesn't trust me, he followed me because he cares! But then, he continues, "But imagine my surprise when I see you kiss him."

"I didn't kiss him!" I finally shout and he blinks at me, once, twice. "Did you see it, Jay? You didn't!"

He actually looks speechless for a moment but then his jaw tenses, "Fine! You didn't kiss him, but you wanted to, and you would have if it weren't for this bullshit we have going on right here." He gestures between us and my mouth falls open.