Collide (Collide #1)(61)

"Liv, can you answer his question?" Emily asked with her brows now furrowed.

Olivia's brown eyes narrowed like a snake on Dillon. "Sorry, Em, I don't talk to *s who jockey off their sperm, sowing their wild oats to any slut who'll give them a blowjob behind my friend's back," she hissed, the words rolling off her tongue like a melted piece of ice.

Emily nearly choked, swallowing down a piece of popcorn. She felt Dillon's body go rigid against hers right before he rose from the couch.

He shot Olivia a searing look, but his voice remained eerily calm. "Fuck off, you stupid dyke."

Olivia plastered a smile over her gritted teeth. "Oh, that was seriously original," she replied, her voice undaunted by his insult as she clapped her hands slowly.

"Oh my God, Dillon, how could you say that?" Emily looked to him in shock.

"Fuck her." He casually walked across the room to the kitchen and reached into the refrigerator.

"No, honestly, f*ck you, Dickhead!" Olivia spewed.

"Holy shit, would you two just stop?!"

"I'll stop when you see the fake overcoat of charm he wears in front of you, Emily! He's f*cking around behind your back, and you're oblivious to it!" Olivia stood up and wagged her finger in Dillon's direction. "But, for now, he's in my f*cking house, so he can take it or get the f*ck out!"

Dillon plucked his shirt from the couch, tossed it over his head, and dug his keys from his pocket.

"Dillon, wait!" Emily let out, crossing the room to go after him.

"Fuck that stupid bitch! I'll call you later!"

He threw the door open and slammed it closed with a thundering force.

Emily stayed rooted to her spot in his wake. Her head fogged as she tried to process everything that had just happened. She spun her body around and glared at Olivia.

"You promised you wouldn't say anything!" she spat, hot tears springing to her eyes as she moved across the room.

"Well, you know what, Em? I couldn't help myself when I saw you cozying up to him like he did nothing!" Emily opened her mouth to speak, but Olivia cut her off. "And, not for nothing, friend, if you didn't think it was true somewhere in that brain of yours, you would've never kissed Gavin," she snarled, letting her words cut straight through Emily's heart.

Emily inhaled, trying to quell the sudden urge to punch her square in the face. "You're truly f*cked up," she said in a surprisingly calm tone - one that even threw Olivia off guard. "How could you say that to me, knowing what I've been through all week?"

"I didn't mean it that way," Olivia replied, cautiously moving toward her. "I just think you're in denial, Em. I think that you're in denial about the way Dillon treats you, and I think you're seriously in denial that you don't feel something - even the littlest bit of something - for Gavin."

A wounded cry escaped her throat. "I'm not in denial, Olivia. I love Dillon, and I believe him. Why is that so hard for you to understand?" Emily turned and walked toward her bedroom, stopping at her door. "I didn't see the whole kiss. I saw exactly what Dillon said I did. That skank pulled him into her, and I turned around before he backed away. The only reason why I kissed Gavin was because I didn't see the whole thing. I was mad. My emotions got the better of me when we got back here. That's all - it's nothing more."

An uncomfortable silence descended throughout the apartment before Emily retreated into her room, sinking herself onto her bed. She had never felt so mentally bruised by the stinging of Olivia's words. Pinching the bridge of her nose from the sudden headache pulsing through her skull, she tried to put her feelings in check. She couldn't lose her best friend over all of this, and she refused to lose Dillon either. She hated the phrase "caught between a rock and a hard spot," but that was exactly the way she felt. Two of the people she loved most in her life despised one another more so than ever before. Emily's mind was whirling as the pain of the whole situation crushed in on her.