“The one when my dad was out of town, and my mom and sister were sick so I couldn’t go with you?” she asks quietly, looking at the floor.
He nods. “Yeah, that’s the one, Micky, it was so stupid. We just… there was alcohol, and she wanted me and I didn’t think. Well,… I did, but not with my head.”
“And all the times after? God, how many times were there?”
He flinches at the question. Asshole.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“I’m sorry, Micky,” he sighs, “she just… I dunno. She’s always wanted me and it was always so easy.”
“What?” she asks quietly.
Then fire burns in her eyes.
“WHAT?” she says louder. “You’re going to put this on me? At what stage did you think that I didn’t want you? I gave it up to you whenever you wanted! I never said no to you. EVER! I wasn’t easy enough? Because we had to sneak around and wait for parents or brothers and sisters to not be around, or go to hotel rooms, or cars… Because she lived next door and her mom was never home? That’s why it was easy? What the fuck, James!”
She takes a deep breath. “Oh my God… did you use protection? I mean, she’s been with a lot of guys… A LOT. And that’s only the ones I know about… I didn’t even consider the ones she didn’t…” she trails off. “James…?”
“I always used a condom with her, always. I know I’m an asshole, but I knew she got around, and with you… there was never that barrier with us and I didn’t want to risk it. Babe, you have to-"
“You mean you didn’t want to get caught?”
He sighs, “Mikayla, I’m so sorry.” Asshole has the decency to sound sincere. “Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me? I mean, we had plans to go to college together. We planned our future tog-"
“OH MY GOD…” she gasps, panic written all over her face. “Who was your first, James?”
He flinches, it’s a small movement but we both catch it.
“Our first time at the hotel on my birthday, that wasn’t your first time was it?”
This guy just bought asshole to a whole new level.
“God, you faked it all, and the lies… I must be so fucking stupid!” she cries.
It’s silent for what seems like the longest time. Asshole must sense that nothing he says is going to make this any better.
A sob escapes from her and he begins to move forward to comfort her. I do everything I can to stay still. He manages to hold her while she sobs in his arms. After a minute, she rears back from his hold and pushes him away. “Was I not good enough in bed? Is that what it was? Did I do it wrong?” She sounds so sad now. “If you didn’t want to be with me, you could have just broken up with me, James. You didn’t have to cheat on me, over, and over, and over again. With my best friend. You could’ve just told me you didn’t want to be with me anymore, and you could’ve had all the girls in the world. It didn’t have to be like this. God, James…” she looks up at him. “You didn’t have to break my heart,” she whispers.
My chest tightens at her words.
Tears are falling freely down both their faces.
She squares her shoulders and lifts her chin, “You need to go, James. I can’t even stand to look at you right now.”
“Mikayla, please,” he begs.
“Please, James. Just go,” she pleads.
He actually listens, and walks away, brushing past me, as if I don’t even exist. I look back at her. She’s leaning against the wall, and slowly, her body gives up and she slumps against it, falling to her ass. Her body breaks out in silent sobs. Her arms shielding her head from the outside world.
I’m still standing here like a creeper and she has no idea. I need to do something. I need to comfort her, to make sure she’s going to be okay. Or maybe I should just go out there and kick that guy’s ass.
I clear my throat.
She looks up startled.
“Holy shit, accent boy. How much of that did you see?”
Chapter 3
*Mikayla*
I can’t believe accent boy has just witnessed that whole thing. I’m so fricken embarrassed by all of it. Mainly because I was the dumb girl that got played for so long.
“So that just happened, huh?” he says, with this deep voice that doesn’t belong on a teenage boy. It belongs to a rough middle aged lumberjack… or something. He starts towards me and motions his head to the spot on the floor next to me, I nod once not looking at him.
“So… your boyfriend’s an asshole and your best friend’s a selfish whore,” he states, taking a seat next me.