Shawn

"Riele?" She stepped out of the corner of the wardrobe, holding the hem of the shirt.

"I see," she smirked.

"I'll leave you two to have fun." She swiftly turned on her heels.

"Mom, it's nothing like that." Shawn started.

"You don't have to bother; there's absolutely no need to explain anything to me, okay?"

"Riele, he's right. Nothing was going on."

"Quit the small talks already." She walked out of the room.

She glared at Shawn for a while before storming away into the bathroom.

She lay in the bath tub, thinking of everything that had happened earlier. She couldn't understand why her mother would lie to her or what they could be hiding.

"I figured you might want some tequila." Shawn said, leaning against the door.

"What the hell?" She screamed, splashing him with water as he came closer. "Drop it, and don't you dare stare at me."