I only stared down at my phone in confused disbelief for a second, before another incoming call came through. I answered it instantly, feeling relief at the name that flashed on my screen this time.

"Bella?" I said her name quickly, "Bells, what's going on? Asher just called me, he was..."

"He called you?" Bella asked in an annoyed voice. "I told him not to. I told him it was none of his business, Indie. It's not his business."

"What's going on?" I asked her, feeling like I was the stuck in another dimension, one with a severe lack of information.

"Well, I mean, Chase obviously called him after he saw it. Listen, Indie, I know it's not anyone business who you're dating, but maybe a little transparency with Chase would have prevented this," Bella rushed out, but her tone was soft.

"Which, speaking of," Bella continued without pausing for a second, "you could have told me. Why wouldn't you tell me? I obviously was team Indie and Chase, but, I would have supported you."

"Bella," I had to say her name sharply, so she would shut up. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about you and Brock," she explained, though her voice held a question mark in it.

"What about me and Brock?" I was becoming annoyed, and my voice conveyed that.

"That you like him," she said hesitantly, and my stomach twisted in painful confusion.

"I don't like him," I told her bluntly. "I don't like Brock, what the hell is going on?"

She was silent, silent enough that I could hear only the buzzing of the phone connection on the line.

"Indie," Bella said my name as if she was coaxing me into something. "You don't have to hide it. In fact, you can't hide it. I'm pretty sure everyone already knows by now."

"Bella if you don't tell me what's going on in the next five seconds, I will drive to wherever you are and make me tell you," I told her, meaning every word. "Just tell me what the fuck is happening."

"Go look at what Brock posted," Bella irritated me by doing the opposite of what I asked. "Keep me on the line."

Though, my intense curiosity outweighed by negative feelings towards her, so I did what she said. I put the phone on speaker, and went to his Instagram page. When I saw nothing new, I clicked on his stories instead.

I clicked through the first two slides, seeing only pictures of him and his friends. I was about to give up, until I came to the last one.

Instantly, I recognized what I saw. It was Brock's car, the small parking lot from the hole showing through the windows. But, most importantly, I recognized myself, as the video began to play.

I was smiling, blush on my cheeks as I stared out of the window. Brock's phone must have been down by his legs, because the camera was angled up towards me.

"You make me feel lighter, you make me feel better," I said into the air, my voice sounded sweet like it was glazed in honey.

It sounded like I meant every word.

"You take my pain away and replace it with butterflies. The time I spend with you is my favourite time, because you make me nervous in the best way. I don't think I've ever had feelings as strong as the feelings that I have for you. I don't want anyone else, I don't even look at anyone else. The feelings that you give me, no one has ever given me feelings like these before."

I was stunned into silence, his stories disappearing from my screen as I felt my jaw drop open in bewilderment.

"Indie," Bella's voice through my phone reminded me that she was still on the other end. "Don't tell me you didn't know he took that video."

"I didn't know he took that video," I said blankly, my mind still processing what he had done.

"What an asshole," Bella chided out, "I mean, I didn't want to have to say I told you so and that Chandie was the right way to go..."

I disregarded her disgusting mash up of our names, my head shaking even though I knew no one would see the gesture.

"Bella," I interrupted her from the words she was saying that my brain wasn't processing. "Bella, shut up for a second."

Bella went silent, no doubt awaiting my words. "I wasn't talking about Brock. I was talking about Chase."

"Well," Bella hummed out, after a pause. "That makes more sense. What the fuck was Brock doing posting that, then?"

"I have no idea," I told her honestly. "Chase saw this?"

My stomach dropped at my words, knowing exactly how this looked.

It looked like I played him.

"Indie," Bella said slowly, "everyone saw it."

"I have to go," I said hurriedly. I didn't even wait for her response before I ended the call, rushing out of my room and down the stairs.

"Indica," my mother's voice met my ears once I was running through the living room. "We need to talk, dear. Your father and I have some things we need to say."

"I can't talk right now," I barely turned my head to speak to her, opening the door as I flew out of it, thankful that I already had my shoes on.

I opened my contact list as I got into my car. When I found who I was looking for, I put my phone on speaker as I began to drive.

"Indie?" His voice rang out surprised, clearly he wasn't expecting my call.

"Brock," I snapped, "what the fuck?"

"What's wrong?" His stupid voice asked me, sending me further into a rage.

"What's wrong?" I repeated, as I slowed for a stop sign. "Why the fuck would you post that video? Why would you even take it? Like, what were you thinking?"

I counted the seconds until he spoke again, five.

"I was just so happy that you said those things to me, Indie," Brock's voice was hesitant, "no one believed me, so I posted it for proof. I thought... I didn't think you would mind. I thought you were just ready to tell me, finally."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I screeched into the phone, my anger rising by the second. "I wasn't talking about you! I was never talking about you! And even if I was, which let me remind you again- I wasn't, have you ever heard of a thing called privacy?"

"You weren't talking about me?" Brock's voice sounded hurt, but at the moment, I didn't care.

"No!" I yelled into the phone. "God, I thought you understood that I just wanted to be friends! You said it so many times, Brock, that we were friends."

"I thought... I don't know. Indie, you came to my house at 3am. You slept in my bed. You wore my clothes to school. You told me you were getting feelings for someone but you were guilty because of your friend. You told me that I understood you," Brock's voice had changed from hurt to defensive.

"Because I thought we were friends!" I took a deep breath after I said the words, how did he not understand?

"Just," I started, as I pulled up to my destination. "Just delete the video? Okay? Please delete it."

I didn't give him time to answer before I hung up the phone. I tried to calm my racing heartbeat as I looked around my surroundings.

I was nervous, a part of me didn't want to leave the safety of my car. I forced myself to anyways, as I walked up the beaten bath to his doorstep. I didn't let myself stop to think before I raised my fist, and pounded on the paint peeled door.

I heard footsteps in the small house, I bit down on my lip in impatience as I waited. Finally, when I wondered if he wasn't going to answer the door, did it swing open.

"Indie," Chase said my name, his eyebrows narrowed as he stared me down. "I don't think you should be here."