The Boy Who Knew Me When(20)

A few minutes after I left the message on his voice mail he called me back. “I miss you sweetheart. Sorry I just left you like that. I regretted it the second I climbed into my truck.” I beamed, happy to hear his voice, even more happy to hear the regret which showed me how much he cared.

“Well, don’t let it happen again, mister!” I teased and he laughed. “Seriously, I woke up wanting you like I have never wanted anything in my entire life. It royally sucked to find a note in your place. Are you in San Juan with your grandmother?”

“Yeah, she’s not been feeling too well and ended up in the hospital for a few days. I had to come out and help find someone to take care of her when I’m not around. I had a friend that was supposed to do it for me but that didn’t work out as planned.”

It was nice to hear that he was still the same Julian that I remembered. Loving and caring, always considering the well-being of the people he cared about. I was hoping to spend the rest of the weekend before classes started getting to know him better.

“When are you supposed to be back?” Suddenly I felt like a needy, nosy girlfriend. Considering the fact that I was not his girlfriend made me feel like an idiot and I immediately wanted to retract the question.

“Sunday evening but I am going to be pretty tired when I get back. I was hoping we could meet up Monday after classes were over. Do you have your schedule yet?” I nodded even though he couldn’t exactly see me.

“I think my last class ends at three on Monday,” I said. “Want to have dinner?” Please say yes, I hoped.

“Sounds like a plan sweetheart. I’ll be thinking about you the whole time I am gone, that is a promise.”

I beamed as we both agreed to meeting at six for dinner giving us both enough time for what was sure to be a much needed nap and a shower after a long first day of classes.



When I finally managed to leave my bedroom that Saturday afternoon I found Brea on the couch crying sitting in the middle of half a box of used Kleenex.

“Brea, what is wrong sweetie?”

She sniffled a few times before breaking out into a hysterical tear filled rant.

“He broke up with me, that stupid big long arm son of a bitch actually broke up with ME. Nobody has ever broken up with me.” she paused to bury her nose into a tissue.

“Um, I’m so sorry Brea. I didn’t know you cared about him so much.”

She wailed out a cry, blubbering she continued “I didn’t think I did, I mean, I don’t Jem, I just...he was...he was nice to me. Or so I thought he was. Turns out he was screwing Rebecca Warner, remember her?” I could not say I had a clue who she was talking about.

“You know, Jemma!” she shouted hysterically. “That fugly, flat-chested cow that works at Coffee Bean, the one that always forgets the fucking whipped cream. Who the fuck forgets the whipped cream on a gawd damn iced blended mocha? That’s the best fucking part!”

I could tell by her overabundance of the word “fuck,” that (typical Brea) she was quickly turning from upset to royally pissed off. I opened my mouth to try and calm her down and also reassure her that I knew who Rebecca was. Unfortunately I couldn’t get a word in before she jumped up off the couch knocking the used tissues that had been blanketing her lap into the floor.

“FUUUUCK!” she screamed. “Gawd damn fucking boys! I am so sick of fucking boys. I came to college hoping to find a MAN and instead I end up with a prepubescent moron who just so happens to have a big dick.” she paused and then sat back down on the couch where I joined her.

“Damn it, Jem, he really knew how to use that thing.” she calmly exclaimed blowing a stray hair off of her nose. Thank goodness she was starting to calm down. I had never seen Brea lose it over a guy before.

“So, what exactly are you pissed about if you didn’t actually like him?” I asked curiously watching as her eyes doubled in size looking at me as if I were a moron.

“Are you even listening to me? Besides the fact that I have to find myself a new toy he had the nerve to cheat on me with the likes of Rebecca. REBECCA, she is a step completely in the wrong fucking direction. She’s the girl that gets cheated on, not me!”

Wow, I knew Brea could be shallow but I have never actually heard her say anything so deplorable and self-centered out loud.

“So, it would have been fine if he cheated on you with Miranda Kerr? Were you guys even exclusive?”

For a second I honestly thought Brea was going to hit me. She gave me a glare so heated that I had to peel my eyes from her to the ground for fear I would spontaneously combust.

“UGH! YES!” She screamed again. “Because at least then it would make a little bit of fucking sense. You just don’t dump a nine for a three! And to top that off, I am not even a stupid nine so that makes it even worse. It is not as if he can argue that he got sick of me because I was some ditsy moron with big tits.”