The Boy Who Knew Me When(60)

She had never gone all the way with a boy before but she thought he was amazing, he said and did all of the right things, they dated for months, he was patient, kind and good looking. Who would have thought he would turn out to be such a jerk? But once school started the very next day her tears dried up and her pain escalated into pure hatred. When we showed up she dragged me around campus twice before we finally found Martin holed up in the upstairs boys’ bathroom. Brea left me waiting outside and dragged him out into the crowded hall by a handful of his shirt.

Brea reached down and cupped his balls giving them a tight squeeze hard enough to make Martin cry out and then she kissed him. She kissed him hard and long making sure everyone saw her. When she pulled away from him Martin was standing up against the locker speechless. While the two were lip locked Brea had undone his pants allowing his hard on to spring free for the entire school to see, not that there was much there to see.

Brea made a show of looking down at his tiny penis before shrugging her shoulders and looking him dead in the eye.

“Meh, never mind. Wouldn’t be worth it anyway, there just is not much for a girl to work with.”

Then she grabbed my hand and we walked away leaving Martin completely exposed while half the school laughed at him. I did not say a word; I just watched it all play out, in shock, just like everybody else. From then on out nobody cared about Brea’s birthmark. Except Brandon who promised to rearrange Martins face the next time he saw him, which he did, thoroughly.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

Brea cried into my ear.

“It’s over Jem, he was so angry, he just got out of bed and left. I haven’t heard from him since.” She said hysterically.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” I ran my hands through her knotted hair and walked her over to my bed. “Tell me what happened? Was he that angry over what happened at the beach?”

“No!” she sniffled. “No, we made up before we ever left. We only left because I didn’t think you would want me there anymore and Jonathan and I needed to talk anyway.”

“Then tell me, if you two made up I don’t understand why he left.”

“We had been a sexual emotional wreck since the plane. We had sex in the bathroom but it wasn’t enough, both of us wanted more. Well we came back here, the moment we walked through the door he shoved me up against the wall and we had the most amazing sex of my life. I am telling you it was THE BEST.”

She sniffled some more and I grabbed the tissue box by the side of the bed. She took a few and blew her nose.

“OK, keep going.”

“I woke up, I dunno maybe one-ish and just stared at him. I realized then that I was crazy about him. I mean, I already knew that I liked him but Jem, I realized then that I was in love him. He was lying there, looking so fucking perfect, he was mine. He didn’t care about all of the guys I have slept with, he never judged me for anything. I love him Jem.”

Her tone became urgent and I was having even more troubling understanding why she was behaving the way she was.

“Honey, I love you, but I am seriously have a hard time following here. You love him, he loves you too, even Julian says so. Jonathan told him that he was in love with you.”

And then she screamed and what was just sadness turned into total anguish. The tears she poured were thick, heavy tears and I didn’t know what to do to help her. Her heart was breaking more and more with each tear and I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“Please Brea, please talk to me.” I pleaded, doing everything I could to hold back my own tears. Her pain was my pain. I could not bear to watch her fall apart.

Though they were still falling like heavy rain she wiped he tears away with the palms of her hands.

“Jem...” she cried barely able to say my name. I looked at her reassuringly, begging her once again to please speak to me.

“I love him so I had to tell him Jemma, I had to and when he found out he left me, he didn’t say a single word, his face said everything I couldn’t bear to hear him say.”

“What did you have to tell him Brea?”

“I...” she gulped. “I’m pregnant!” She screamed the words at me just before losing control all over again.

“What? That son of a bitch!” I shrieked. Needless to say, I was pissed. “What kind of a man leaves a woman after she tells him she is going to have his baby?”

And then Brea stopped sobbing, her tears became silent but they continued to fall. In slow motion I watched the change in her face and as her head began to move side to side I knew what had made Jonathan walk away because for a split second that was all that I wanted to do.