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Bre - Nineteen years old
“Why does he have to stay here, though?”
“Because he’s like family, Bre. I refuse to let him stay in a hotel while he’s in town.”
You guessed it. According to my mother, Denton Duke is staying at my house for a week, two at the most. He’s interviewing for a senior position at a large architectural company, so I’ll have to endure his face until then. He’s already scouting for an apartment. An apartment? He should be looking for a house for himself, Savanna, and their two-year-old son. You guessed that too. He got her pregnant that summer.
“I’m going out,” I tell my mom. “I’ll be at Nate’s,” I mutter.
Grabbing my keys, I exit the front door and walk to the parking. I press the fob on my Mercedes Benz AMG, a graduation gift from my parents. To make up for their sins, I prefer to think of it as.
I drive faster than I should, Eminem blaring through my speakers. If I don’t distract myself, I’ll have to feel, and feeling is something I will not do. Denton walked away three years ago without so much as a goodbye, and I promised myself that I would never let myself become overwhelmed by emotions and fooled by promises.
When I get to Nate’s house, his friend Parker is there. I hate Parker. He’s always around, and it irks me.
“I thought it would just be us tonight?” I ask, glaring at Parker. He just stares at the television, a football match is on, and pretends to not hear me. I don’t greet him, and he doesn’t greet me. It’s an unspoken rule. We tolerate each other, barely on my end.
“It’s just Parker, babe.” Nate brushes a stray curl off my face.
“You should have told me, I’d rather watch a movie alone or see one of my friends instead of spending an evening with you and your mistress.”
I know it’s bitchy. I know it’s stupid, but I am so angry right now. Whenever we make plans, this fucker is around, and I am getting sick of it.
“Whoa, what’s going on? You’re never this pissed off. Least of all about Parker.”
“Parker, will you get the fuck out? I need to talk to Nate. Alone.” I shout.
“Brianna, what’s gotten into you?” Nate touches my shoulders.
“Never mind, I’ll leave,” I spin on my heels, ignoring Nate calling after me. I get into my car and drive around for God knows how long. Nate tries to call me, but I let it go to voicemail. Why am I this angry?
I pull into my driveway, and a beamer is in my parking space. I lay my hand on my horn and keep it there until my father and Denton appear at the front door, my mother close behind. I roll down the windows. “You’re in my space, asshole,” I shout.
“Brianna, for heaven's sake, park somewhere else.” My mother scolds.
“I want to park in my parking space,” I demand.
“Reverse.” That is the first word he says to me. He reaches into his pants that fit a bit too well and pulls out his keys. I do as he says, and he moves his car into the other parking bay. I turn off the car, slamming my palms on the steering wheel. Thankfully everyone leaves me alone, letting me cool off.
Three fucking years. I have not seen him, we haven’t spoken, and now he’s here. He watched me sleep for an entire summer, he fucked my best friend, then claimed to be in love with me. He let me - what the fuck did he let me do? Fall for him?
No! I did not fall for that asshole. My emotions are all over the place when I finally enter the house. They’re all waiting for me.
“Care to explain?” my father quips a brow. I hate being questioned, especially by him.
“I had a fight with Nate,” I say and walk up the stairs, not giving Denton a second glance.
I lie on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Nate tries to call again, and I answer this time.
“Are you okay?” I close my eyes at the sound of his voice.”
“Not really.”
“You shouldn’t have left like that,” He says.
I let out a sigh.
