Consequences

With all the beds taken, Lisa was relegated to the couch. It was either that or take up with one of the other people in the cabin and the only person she wanted to share a bed with was Zack, but that didn't seem like an option tonight. She had thought about just sneaking into his room and waiting for him under his covers, but she didn't trust his pervy roommate, Kurt, not to try anything. The only other person she might consider sharing a room with was Gavin, but he was shacked up with his girlfriend, so Lisa's only option was the couch.

It wasn't exactly the worst place to sleep, and Lisa did doze off for a while. But the sofa dipped in odd places from years of being sat on, and that, coupled with the unfamiliar surroundings, meant that she woke up intermittently throughout the night. Usually, she just rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

On this occasion though, as she rolled over into the couch, she heard voices drifting into the living area from the kitchen. She recognised Kurt's smarmy voice but it took her a few minutes to place the female voice.

"K-Kurt, no. W-we can't." She heard the voice say and realised that it was Victoria, Gavin's girlfriend.

Her first thought was that Kurt was putting the moves on Victoria and being rejected. But it didn't sound like Kurt was taking no for an answer. Lisa wondered if he would actually **** himself on a girl. He didn't know him that well, and while he seemed nice enough besides the charm, he could easily be one of those guys who's all smiles until he's not getting what he wants. Pushing her blanket down, Lisa poised herself to jump to Victoria's aid.

Then she heard Victoria's voice, sounding less offended, and talking about Kurt's big cock. She tried to deny wanting him but she moaned the words in a very unconvincing fashion. It was becoming apparent to Lisa that this was less rapey than it seemed. Victoria was definitely lusting after Kurt and they were both giving in to their physical urges.

Lisa couldn't exactly blame Victoria. If it were her and Zack in that kitchen, in the same situation, Lisa would probably cheat too. But Lisa knew Gavin. She'd met him while dating Zack and he was one of the nicest, sweetest guys she'd ever known. But he was shy and had more luck with electronics than women. If he'd finally landed himself a girlfriend, Lisa couldn't imagine how broken hearted he'd be if she cheated on him.

A burst of anger rose up in Lisa as she listened to the pair, grunting and gasping together. Kurt was a sleezebag, but Victoria should know better. Instead, she was begging Kurt to continue fucking her with his fingers. This wasn't right and it wasn't fair to Gavin.

Just as Lisa was about to jump up from the couch and storm into the kitchen to tell the pair off, she heard the door to the outside open. She looked over in the pale light and saw two dark shapes enter, male and female, the female hanging on to the arm of the male. She heard footsteps and looked past the pair, a third shape barraging down the hallway towards them.

The dark shape from the hallway raised its hand and Lisa screamed, alerting the two other dark shapes. She jumped for a table lamp, bringing light into the living area just in time to see Brandon's fist connect with Zack's jaw. Zack stumbled back, Ashley screaming now. Brandon socked him again, this time across the eye. Zack staggered, throwing up his hands to block the next attack. Brandon's fist sailed past his arms, punching him square on the nose.

Zack went down, but within minutes Brandon was on top of him. He punched him again, and again. Lisa and Ashley leapt on him, but they couldn't hold Brandon's muscular, athletic body as he continued pummelling Zack. It took the arrival of Kurt and Victoria to pull the scorned boyfriend from his friend's bruised and bloody face.

Brandon pushed Kurt off of him, stomping away from the group as the commotion brought Heather, Chloe and Gavin out from their bedrooms.

"What's going on here?" Heather asked.

"Like you don't know," Brandon sneered and then pointing at everyone of them. "Like you all don't know."

"Brandon, you psycho, he's bleeding," Ashley cried, stroking Zack's face.

"Shut up, you little slut," Brandon shouted back at her. "Two years we had together and then you repay me by fucking my friend. And you thought you could fuck around without my knowledge, without the fucking courtesy of telling me to my face what was going on. You fucked him right in front of me, you bitch."

"B-Brandon, it's not like we planned it like that," Ashley spluttered.

"If you say it just sort of happened, I swear I'll punch you next," Brandon spat.

"Man, you gotta calm down," Kurt said soothingly. "If she's such a cheating slut, she's not worth it, right? And you got your punches in. No need to go killing the kid."

"Right, maybe I should punch you instead," Brandon glared at Kurt. "You fucked her too, right?"

Everyone looked at Kurt for confirmation, who for the first time in perhaps forever felt red-faced and embarrassed. "Uh...I-I mean, technically, she fucked me, man."

"Brandon, I understand what you're feeling, of anyone, I do," Chloe stepped forward. "But it's better just let them have each other. If they think it's worth all the relationships they're losing and bridges they're burning, then let them sleep in the bed they've made."

"No, Chloe, we're not the same. See, at least you knew. At least someone had the decency to tell you," Brandon growled, his eyes tracking each and every one of the group. "No one thought to tell me. No one thought it was their place. Even as these two pieces of shit fucked right under my nose. Even as they make me feel guilty about questioning their loyalty and then go fuck each others brains out in a fucking honeymoon suite. There's your husband now, Mrs. Ashley FUCKING Bishop."

"How the fuck do you know that?" Ashley demanded through her tears.

"Because I cloned your phone with a hijacker app. And I felt fucking guilty for invading your privacy like that." Brandon laughed bitterly. "Isn't that hilarious? I felt guilty about spying on you while you were out, admitting to this scum that you're a whore and lamenting the inconvenience of having to break up with your fucking boyfriend. Fuck you, Ashley."

No one dared speak another word. Brandon stormed towards the door and Ashley hugged Zack close to protect him. Brandon scoffed as he walked past them.

"Fuck every last one of you," he said, throwing open the cabin door.

Chloe went out the door after him but returned a few moments later, his car screeching as it sped away from the cabin. She bolted down the hall to Brandon's room, returning again moments later, distressed.

"All of his things are gone," Chloe informed the rest. "He's gone."