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"Bullshit!" He laughs, thinking I'm fucking with him, but when he realizes that I'm not laughing with him, he curses, "Well, fuck, Ry. My plan was to make up with you, get high, and fool around." He runs his hand through his hair before looking at me with hope in his eyes. "We still can…"
I shake my head. "It's been a struggle, Brock. I can't go back there…"
"What about…us?" he questions, moving a little closer to me.
"What about us, Brock? We are still friends. Just because I'm getting clean doesn't mean I no longer want you in my life. We have been friends for three years… It's why I was hurt by what you did that night."
"Fuck, Ry… I'm so sorry about that. I wish you would have just said no…"
"That's why I don't hate you, Brock. I know I'm at fault, too, because I didn't say no to what you were doing," I tell him, but then I go on, "I shouldn't have had to say anything, though. You're my friend, and you know my boundaries."
"Yeah, I know. I fucked up, and it will never happen again." He pauses. "Did you really not send that piece of shit here to kick my ass?"
"I didn't, but I know why he did it, and he knows that I'm upset about him doing that." I take another drink of my water because I really don't want to talk about Beau with Brock…not right now.
"So, who was that fuck face?" He raises his brow. "The pussy wore a fucking ski mask…"
Biting my bottom lip, I hesitate to tell him, but I know he has the right to know. "It was Beau Huntley."
"WHAT?!"
I just nod my head.
"Why the fuck would the person who bullies you every fucking day threaten me for hurting you?" He's angry, and I can't blame him. None of it makes sense, at least not to him.
"It's—complicated," I say and leave it at that.
He's not having it, though. "Ryan? What the fuck is going on?"
"Nothing, I swear! It's just that…Beau had been stalking me and saw what you did to me that night…"
"Wait. Beau was stalking you?" Brock is getting angrier, and I'm unsure how much to tell him.
"Yeah, it's nothing, Brock. Can we just drop it? Beau isn't bullying me anymore, and everything is all good." I finish off my water and toss the bottle in the recycling bin.
"No, Ryan. All is not good! I got my ass beat by that asshole, and you're telling me he was stalking you, but it's all good now?"
"Calm the fuck down, Brock!" Now I'm getting angry because he's raising his voice.
I get that he's pissed because Beau beat him up, but he did kind of deserve it. Beau stalking me is none of Brock's business, though. So, I do the only thing I know I should do and head for the door. "Call me when you've calmed down, Brock. I won't talk to you when you're angry."
"Are you fucking him?"
I stop in my tracks as soon as those words are out of his mouth and spin on him. "Excuse me?"
"I didn't fucking stutter, Ry. Are you fucking that asshole now?" Brock's face is twisted in anger as he waits for me to respond.
Summoning all the courage I can find; I shoot daggers at my fucked-up friend. "If I were fucking Beau Huntley or any other guy, for that matter, it would be none of your goddamn business!"
"That's not what I asked, Ryan." Brock sneers, "I guess I have my answer. Don't let the door hit you on your way out."
It hits me right then and there…Brock is jealous. He's jealous because he's been trying to get into my pants all these years, and he thinks that just out of the blue, I'm going to fuck just anybody. This pisses me off!
Walking over to Brock, I raise my hand and slap him across the face. "I can't believe you would think so little of me after all these years. Go fuck yourself, Brock…" I slam out of his house and get into my car.
Before turning my car on, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. The nerve of him! One of the biggest things holding me back from sleeping with Brock was that he was my best friend, but I didn't want to be one of those girls who slept around like that, either. I want to save myself until I know it's the right time or until I find a guy who truly deserves it, and Brock knew this.
My thoughts go to Beau. Don't get me wrong, Beau stirs things inside me that I've never felt before, and when he kisses me like I'm the last woman on the planet, damn, it's hard to resist. I don't know if Beau is the right guy or if I am just passing my time with him. What I do know is that my feelings have changed towards Beau, and they are nothing like my friendship with Brock. It's so much more.
