Candie could tell she'd lost him before he even spoke and it honestly broke her heart. He hadn't kissed her back and he wasn't looking her in the eye. She hadn't just pissed him off this time, she'd hurt him badly and she felt like shit. Why was she always fucking up the good things in her life? What the hell was wrong with her?
He shoved her away hard and Candie's back slammed into the car behind her roughly, rattling her a little. If she hadn't been quick to catch the door handle and pull herself to her feet, she'd have slid to the ground. “Yeah? Did you need me while you were fucking my best friend?” He spat and she winced, looking away because she couldn't stand the clear pain and hatred in his eyes, but she didn't move as he took a step towards her threateningly, knowing if he hit her, she deserved it. “Do you need me when you're fucking every other guy?” He continued, making her stomach sink, reminding her of Dimitri.
"I’m sorry I can’t be Kaleb, because I’m actually trying to take care of you babe.” He spat and she couldn't help but wince again because he was right. He took care of her. He let her live with him so she didn't have to deal with Craig or her mother anymore, he made her feel important, he told her he loved her, and she gave nothing back. She trashed the house getting high and fucking someone else. She didn't deserve him.
“It’s nice that you’re trying Candie, but stop lying to yourself. You don’t want us. You want to fuck around, you want the world wrapped around you finger and I can’t give that to you. All I am is a fucking bore to you babe and all your love is ever going to be is a lie.” He shrugged as he took a step away from her and that hurt like hell. She knew she'd betrayed him and taken his live for granted, but her love wasn't a lie. She wasn't entirely sure she could function without him anymore. He made her feel normal and whole, and now that she knew what that felt like, the thought of going back to being used and broken was terrifying. “But, before you get the chance to break my heart, let me do you the honors. We’re fucking over.” He spat and her heart twisted when she heard him say that.
Candie finally glanced up, spotting Kaleb, lurking at a safe distance, with a smirk on his face, pretending to be interested in some girl when when she knew he'd heard every word. She didn't even realize she had tears running down her face until that moment because her vision blurred a moment before she blinked them away and turned her eyes back to Reed. She rarely cried or begged anyone for anything. Normally, she'd fight him because she was high and that made her vindictive and cruel, but the thought of actually losing him cut through the fog in her head and made everything so real it hurt.
The thought that she'd just lost him was horrifying. It felt like someone was choking her so tight, she was suffocating to death, and she knew that meant she was on the verge of a total mental breakdown and panic attack. "Don't say that." She finally managed to breathe, voice thick with tears as she took a step closer to him, knowing he wasn't going to listen to her and she deserved anything he said or did, but unable to comprehend that he'd just broken up with her.
"I'm sorry Reed, please don't leave me baby, I can't live without you." She begged, tone desperate as she closed the space between them and placed her hands on the side of his face, making him look her in the eye. "I love you, you know I do, it's not a lie and I know I not deserve you for a second, but I really do need you." She said, holding his eyes, trying to keep herself from sounding like she was ready to fall apart but it was hard. She felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life.
Donnie felt like crap walking away from her. His instinct was to take care of people, especially Tansy and Candie, and he knew what he was doing was basically abandoning her. He should drag her away with him and deal with the short-but-nasty fight they'd have because the sooner they fought, the sooner they could get over it.
Having her pissed at him the rest if the night was better than leaving her in Collin's hands. Collin would hurt her, use her, manipulate her, and make her feel like shit. He'd whisper things in her ear he'd spent months trying to get out of her head, making her doubt him a and everyone around her so that she felt like the only person she was sure of was Collin. He might not physically hurt her yet, seeing as he was being careful so he could win her over, but he'd get inside her head and that would do more than enough damage.
He shouldn't really be leaving her with him, but he couldn't help it. He loved her so much he'd managed to resist Nena every time she tried to get him back and it was painful knowing Tansy still couldn't resist Collin. What she'd said to him earlier after questioning him about Nena and what had just happened in the woods were proof enough of that. She'd flat out told him she would sleep with Collin behind his back and she'd only been alone with him a few moments in the woods before he'd managed to turn her completely against him.
It just felt impossible to compete with Collin and honestly, it was exhausting. What was the point in loving her if she didn't love him enough to resist him? He was tired of fighting with her, of worrying about her when she disappeared for days, and of the games she played to make him jealous. He felt like he was giving everything to her and he was only getting maybe half back. He wasn't exactly giving up, but he wanted to see some effort from her. If she didn't care enough to tell Collin to fuck off, then he couldn't be with her anymore.
Any of the other assholes she'd been fucking around with, he could handle because he knew they didn't mean shit to her, they were just pawns in her never-ending game of pissing him off, but Collin was different. She'd loved Colin once. If she started hooking up with him, it wouldn't just be a one-time thing to make him mad and start a fight that ended in rough sex. It'd be an affair and that was something else entirely. He couldn't be with her if he couldn't have all of her.
So, despite how badly he wanted to turn around and go back to her, he kept walking, heading back down to the party to drink away his problems. After a while of drinking, he'd ended up on the couch, Nena on one side of him, Lauren on the other, boxing him in and making him feel a little trapped knowing Nena was only there because she couldn't find Kaleb and Lauren was only there because Tansy wasn't around. He didn't respond to their words or flirtatious touches much as he drank a beer and watched the dancers, but didn't tell them to fuck off simply because their company was better than just sitting there alone.