The Boy Who Knew Me When(10)

When he left me standing on the side of the street in front of my house holding onto the last significant piece of our relationship I knew he was saying goodbye to everything we were. I knew he was moving on and I would rather him end up with Brea than anyone else. No other woman could ever be as good for him as she could be. After all, they had both managed to put up with me all of these years.

They had bonded when I wasn’t around, when I was too caught up in my own bullshit to be a good friend and girlfriend and in turn they too became friends. It felt good knowing that she was there for him at a time that I could not be. When I was the last person in the world he would want comforting him because I was the reason why he needed comfort in the first place. He really was a great boy, a boy who had grown into an even more amazing man.

I finally ended up calling Brandon and we spoke for hours about our past, our future, life, being on our own. And by the end of the conversation we officially realized that we would never be able to say goodbye. The reason the words never left our lips was because we would forever be intertwined. He and I both vowed that no matter what happened or who came into our lives we would never shut each other out. We vowed to put the past behind us while still allowing it to shape us into better people and focus on a future as friends.

So here we were, months later and I couldn’t be happier. Brea had gotten a job at the Old Navy store up the way from our small two bedroom apartment and I was on the last of my savings still clinging onto the hope that something would come my way before classes started next week. I had put in application after application but considering I had no work history and the competition was fierce I couldn’t manage to find one person willing to throw me a bone. I hated the idea of calling Aunt Tilly for financial help but I had approximately 300 bucks left in my savings account and rent was due in two weeks.

“Hey babe, Angela was wondering if you wanted to hit up the Omega party at UT tonight,” Brea yelled from across the room.

We met Angela two days after moving into our apartment. The walk-in gate to the building had gotten stuck and we got locked outside. Thank goodness Angela came along. Giving the gate a big kick and tug the door sprang open allowing us entry. She was a second year student at St. Edwards and filled us in on all of the quirks the 50 year old building had to offer.

Angela is a bubbly, dark-skinned Cuban sex kitten. Short, with a pixie cut hairstyle and boobs so large that I was shocked didn’t knock her abnormally small frame over with each step she took. She was very sweet and the three of us hit it off well. Meeting her had done wonders for our social life. She introduced us to pretty much every human being in the building and dragged us to parties from UT to St. Edwards to ACC. She was lively and knew everybody; you had to be a real jerk not to like her.

“Yeah sure, whatever!” I yelled back.

Brea shut her bedroom door and went back to the conversation she was having with Angela on her cell and I went back to reading my book. Truth be told I wasn’t in the mood to go to a party. We had spent virtually every weekend out and about, a quiet evening at home with my face buried in CD Reiss’s Beg was all I was interested in doing at the moment. I would have argued my case but dealing with Angela and Brea as a duo was not on my list of favorite things to deal with. I would waste my breath and end up going so what was the point? I always ended up happy that I chose to go anyway.

“How’s the book?” I jumped at the sound of Brea’s voice.

“Hot, almost a little too hot. It kind of makes me wish I had a Jonathan in my life.”

Brea laughed “Yeah, I think I changed batteries in Big John at least ten times during that entire series of books.”

Brea grabbed her sweater from the back of the couch and shrugged it on.

“I swear girl, $15.99 on Amazon, the best money you will ever spend!” I rolled my eyes.

Brea spent more time in her room with her dildo than she did with real men. About once a week she would sneak in Cole, a big husky Lacrosse player with more grunt than brains but when I questioned the relationship Brea always said “His dick makes up for when his brains fail him.” and she left it at that.

I guess it was true because every time he came over I would end up spending the night elsewhere, it sounded like the two of them were going to bust through my adjoining bedroom wall at any second. Every time I heard the screams, grunting and pounding of what I can only imagine were body parts I was left wishing I had spent that $15.99 on Amazon.



“I’m heading over to Coles, I left my diamond-back leggings over at his place and I want to wear them tonight.” Yeah right, leggings my ass.