The Secret

Chapter 1: i hope i do

Brennen

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I hope someone shoots me in the head repeatedly until my brains fall out because hearing fucking Taylor's moans upstairs while Garrett makes love to her is the definition of hell. It's been 5 months since they met and started dating, well if you count the bet part of it. But I'm still fucking in love with her

I sigh as I sulk into the living room couch and turn the volume on the tv up, trying to drown the sound of the bed moving above me.

"Yooooooo!" Chris yells as he runs into the living room in his boxers.

"Do you not own any clothes?" I ask him as he sits down next to me.

"Nope." He smirks.

I roll my eyes at him.

The room falls silent as we continue to watch the old hockey game between the Bruins and Devils.

I hear the sound of fucking Tay-Tay's moans and I feel my dick grow hard. Fuck.

I grab a pillow and put it over my lap and glance at Chris who was chuckling.

"Shut up." I snap.

"Dude, you gotta move on. She's Garrett's now, he'll kill anyone who even looks in her direction." Chris tells me.

"Yeah, I know." I say.

"You obviously don't if you're getting boners when you hear her moan." He laughs.

"Who's getting boners?" I hear Jake's voice.

I turn my head and see him walk in with a bag of chips and a beer.

"No one." I lie.

He frowns before he falls down on the couch next to me.

We all watch the game together before I hear his bedroom door open and I hear giggles before I hear footsteps. I look up and watch as the two of them walk into the room.

"Hey guys." Taylor says as she sits down on the couch next to me.

We all greet her as Garrett sits down on the other side next to her.

I tried my best to focus on the game but all I could hear was Garrett whispering into Taylor's ear and her giggling. I glance at them and see Garrett put his arm over his girlfriend's shoulder. I watch as he brushes his fingers up and down her arm, and that's when I notice the hickey on her neck.

I picture Garrett's lips against her neck as she runs her fingers through his hair and I wished it was me who was doing that, not him.

I sulk deeper into the couch, praying that it eats me alive.

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I skate across the ice and then back to the middle of the rink along with the rest of the team. We were finishing up practice and my body was aching already. Once we finished practice I made it into the lockers with Chris who was ranting about a girl he saw at last week's game.

"I swear she looked like a model." He rants.

I nod as we both sit on the bench and I take my skates and gear off.

I watch as Garrett and Jake walk in and Garret opens his locker, I stare at the picture of him and Taylor hugging taped to his locker door.

God. Why does he have to love her so much?