until after the second or third week we started dating.”
She’s looking at me now , and I’m trying hard not to let my anger build.
“Brenna , he was never really my friend. I knew him from school and we had a few of the same friends, but he was never my friend. I found that out the hard way.”
“What do you mean ? What did he do to you?”
“I will tell you after you finish your story.”
Brenna tells me about some of their dates. Their first Valentine’s Day, their first breakup. All of this should have been mine. This fucker swooped in, knowing that I was finally just about to walk back into her life. I’m only about halfway listening to her speech because I don’t want to hear those parts. I already heard them from that cocky bastard. Finally, she gets to the final breakup, and then to the day she saw me sitting with Wesley. The last time I saw her before last Friday.
“Brenna , you asked me what Wesley meant that day and I’m going to tell you now.”
“Okay.”
“Wesley asked you out that day because he knew I was about to.”
She opens her mouth to talk but, I p lace my finger over her lips to stop her.
I continue, “He’d heard me tell stories about us and he knew how I felt about you. For whatever reason, to get back at me, he made sure he got to you first. I’m still not sure what I did to him, nor do I care.”
I paused for a moment to give her a chance to speak. When she doesn’t I decide to tell her the rest. “I know all about your relationship with him. Everything from his mouth,” I put emphasis on everything. “He made sure I got every detail.”
She gasps as this sinks in , and she realizes what I am talking about. “You mean he told you about us having sex? That’s what you mean by everything ?”
“Yes , down to the last detail. And none of it was ever good.” I think I just broke a molar. The hurt on her face pisses me off. Not at her, but at him. No one should know the things he told me, and I wasn’t the only one he ran his mouth too.
After what happened between us a few minutes ago I know that most of what he said wasn’t true. It feels good to know that she responded to m y body the way she did. A way she apparently never did with him if half of what he said was actually true.
“Oh my God , Tucker! What a dick! Why didn’t you tell me before now? I spent two years going back and forth with that asshole and no one bothered to tell me he was talking shit about me behind my back?”
“I was mad at you for so long . That’s why I’d leave when you came around. I couldn’t stand to see you with him. Then there was the fact that I knew what he was doing behind your back. I felt guilty because I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I couldn’t get over my own hurt and anger.”
“What do you mean by ‘what he was doing behind my back’? Was there more?”
I nod slowly , not really wanting to be the one to tell her, even though I’m the one who started this. “He cheated on you almost the whole time. There was always you and someone else. When you weren’t with him, any number of other girls were.”
“That fucker ! I should’ve known better and you should have told me, Tucker. How could you not? What did I do to you to make you hate me enough that you would sit back and watch while he made a fucking fool out of me?”
Brenna jumps off the couch. I watch her as she rushes to the bathroom and slams the door.
I feel like such a dick right now. I know I should have told her but I couldn’t. I was so hurt and angry then. But now, how do I make this right?
I sit on her couch , debating about whether I should head home or try to make her understand. I can’t just walk away. I did that twice already, and I’ll be damned if I do it again.
C hapter Twelve
Brenna
I can’t stop the tears that are rolling down my face . I have never felt like a bigger fool than I feel right at this moment. I shouldn’t blame Tucker though. It’s not his
She’s looking at me now , and I’m trying hard not to let my anger build.
“Brenna , he was never really my friend. I knew him from school and we had a few of the same friends, but he was never my friend. I found that out the hard way.”
“What do you mean ? What did he do to you?”
“I will tell you after you finish your story.”
Brenna tells me about some of their dates. Their first Valentine’s Day, their first breakup. All of this should have been mine. This fucker swooped in, knowing that I was finally just about to walk back into her life. I’m only about halfway listening to her speech because I don’t want to hear those parts. I already heard them from that cocky bastard. Finally, she gets to the final breakup, and then to the day she saw me sitting with Wesley. The last time I saw her before last Friday.
“Brenna , you asked me what Wesley meant that day and I’m going to tell you now.”
“Okay.”
“Wesley asked you out that day because he knew I was about to.”
She opens her mouth to talk but, I p lace my finger over her lips to stop her.
I continue, “He’d heard me tell stories about us and he knew how I felt about you. For whatever reason, to get back at me, he made sure he got to you first. I’m still not sure what I did to him, nor do I care.”
I paused for a moment to give her a chance to speak. When she doesn’t I decide to tell her the rest. “I know all about your relationship with him. Everything from his mouth,” I put emphasis on everything. “He made sure I got every detail.”
She gasps as this sinks in , and she realizes what I am talking about. “You mean he told you about us having sex? That’s what you mean by everything ?”
“Yes , down to the last detail. And none of it was ever good.” I think I just broke a molar. The hurt on her face pisses me off. Not at her, but at him. No one should know the things he told me, and I wasn’t the only one he ran his mouth too.
After what happened between us a few minutes ago I know that most of what he said wasn’t true. It feels good to know that she responded to m y body the way she did. A way she apparently never did with him if half of what he said was actually true.
“Oh my God , Tucker! What a dick! Why didn’t you tell me before now? I spent two years going back and forth with that asshole and no one bothered to tell me he was talking shit about me behind my back?”
“I was mad at you for so long . That’s why I’d leave when you came around. I couldn’t stand to see you with him. Then there was the fact that I knew what he was doing behind your back. I felt guilty because I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I couldn’t get over my own hurt and anger.”
“What do you mean by ‘what he was doing behind my back’? Was there more?”
I nod slowly , not really wanting to be the one to tell her, even though I’m the one who started this. “He cheated on you almost the whole time. There was always you and someone else. When you weren’t with him, any number of other girls were.”
“That fucker ! I should’ve known better and you should have told me, Tucker. How could you not? What did I do to you to make you hate me enough that you would sit back and watch while he made a fucking fool out of me?”
Brenna jumps off the couch. I watch her as she rushes to the bathroom and slams the door.
I feel like such a dick right now. I know I should have told her but I couldn’t. I was so hurt and angry then. But now, how do I make this right?
I sit on her couch , debating about whether I should head home or try to make her understand. I can’t just walk away. I did that twice already, and I’ll be damned if I do it again.
C hapter Twelve
Brenna
I can’t stop the tears that are rolling down my face . I have never felt like a bigger fool than I feel right at this moment. I shouldn’t blame Tucker though. It’s not his
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