Anovel of My motherś ex chapter 9 by authoress rose
The energy of the party was chaotic, a mix of laughter, tension, and loud music.
Rylee slipped through the throng of dancing bodies, her gaze fixed on Cole as he stormed out onto the patio.
The sound of shattering glass punctuated the night air, and her curiosity got the better of her.
She followed him, weaving through the crowd until she stepped outside.
Cole stood near the pool, his hands clenched into fists as he stared at the shards of broken bottles scattered across the ground.
“What happened?” Rylee asked, stepping closer.
He let out a frustrated sigh.
“It’s that idiot from earlier—the one who had a problem with Carla. He’s back, making trouble.”
Rylee turned her head to follow his gaze.
At the far end of the pool, Carla stood tall and unflinching as she faced down a guy with a busted lip and his girlfriend, Tiffany—a petite blonde with a sharp tongue and an even sharper glare.
Jon and Jules lingered nearby, their attempts to joke about the situation only adding fuel to the fire.
“What’s going on?” Rylee asked Carla as she approached.
Carla huffed, crossing her arms.
“I was just dancing, and this idiot tried to pull me into the pool. When I told him no, he wouldn’t stop, so I kicked him in the face. Now he’s crying about it.”
“You kicked me like a psycho!” the guy spat, touching his swollen mouth.
Jon let out a nervous laugh. “To be fair, dude, you kind of deserved it—”
“Shut up, Jon,” Tiffany snapped. “Your friend here is out of control.”
Rylee frowned. “Out of control? She was defending herself.”
“She’s lucky I don’t press charges,” Tiffany sneered.
Carla rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Your boyfriend grabbed me like a creep. If anything, you should be apologizing.”
Tiffany’s eyes narrowed, and before anyone could react, she slapped Carla hard across the face.
“Carla!” Rylee gasped, stepping forward.
Carla lunged, but two guys from the crowd held her back, restraining her as Tiffany smirked.
“Let me go!” Carla shouted, struggling against their grip.
“Tiffany, stop!” Rylee said, turning to the blonde. “This is ridiculous. Just let it go!”
Tiffany laughed coldly. “You’re sticking up for her? What are you, her bodyguard?”
“No, but I know right from wrong,” Rylee shot back, her voice firm.
Tiffany’s smirk faltered. “You’ve got a big mouth for someone who’s clearly out of her depth.”
Rylee’s patience snapped. “Maybe if you spent less time defending your loser boyfriend, you’d have some self-respect.”
The crowd let out a collective “Ooooh,” and Tiffany’s face turned red.
“You little—” Tiffany lunged at Rylee, but Sophia stepped in, slamming her hand into Tiffany’s chest and shoving her back.
“Touch her, and you’ll regret it,” Sophia said, her tone cold and dangerous.
Tiffany stumbled, glaring at Sophia. “You’ll pay for that.”
Rylee barely had time to register what was happening before one of Tiffany’s friends grabbed her arm, yanking her back.
“Hey, let go of me!” Rylee shouted, struggling.
The commotion drew the attention of Lucas and Theo, who pushed through the crowd. Lucas’s face darkened when he saw the guy gripping Rylee’s arm.
“Get your hands off my sister,” Lucas growled.
Theo didn’t wait for a response—he swung a punch, sending the guy stumbling backward.
“Are you okay?” Lucas asked Rylee, his hands on her shoulders.
She nodded, her heart pounding.
Cole stepped forward, his expression dark as he glared at Tiffany and her boyfriend. “You two—out. Now.”
“You can’t kick us out!” Tiffany protested.
“This is my party, and I can do whatever I want,” Cole said coolly. “Get lost before I make you.”
Tiffany opened her mouth to argue, but her boyfriend pulled her away, muttering something about it not being worth it.
The crowd slowly dispersed, and the tension began to fade.
The Next Day
The sunlight streaming through the dorm window did little to brighten Rylee’s mood. She sat on the edge of her bed, still replaying the events of the previous night in her head.
“I can’t believe Tiffany had the nerve to slap you,” Sophia said, pacing the room.
“She’s lucky I didn’t knock her teeth out,” Carla muttered, dabbing at the faint redness on her cheek.
“You should’ve,” Rylee said. “She’s awful.”
Carla smirked. “Next time, I won’t hold back.”
Sophia flopped onto the bed, sighing dramatically. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she tries to stir up more trouble. Girls like her don’t let things go.”
“She already has,” Carla said, her tone dark. “I ran into her this morning. She made some not-so-subtle threats.”
Sophia groaned. “Great. Just what we need—Tiffany’s revenge plot.”
Rylee crossed her arms. “Let her try. We can handle her.”
“Damn right we can,” Carla said with a grin.
“Rylee I haven’t seen some action yet. You look…..well…..weak” Sophia said
“How dare you!” Rylee yelled playfully and jumped on Sophia playfully kicking her as their giggles filled the room.