didn’t know any better, I’d
say you’re still hung up on him. Big time.” I moan and close my
eyes. “Brooke this isn’t normal. I’m dating Brady and yet I’m
developing feelings for someone else. What the fuck is wrong with
me?”
“ Nothing is wrong with
you. It does happen. And for the record, Lucas isn’t just someone
else. He’s your best friend and ex. Y’all have a lot of history.
Hell, he’s helped you get through shit Brady wouldn’t
understand.”
True. Lucas is the one who was there when I
found out my dad was having an affair. We were 13 and my mom and
Sarah were gone. I was at Lucas’s house, which was just down the
street. We came back to my house and found my dad and his client on
the kitchen table, naked. I was embarrassed. But I think Lucas was
mortified, yet he comforted me and quickly got me out of the house.
I wasn’t sure if my mom knew or not but I couldn’t go back home.
Lucas made up excuses to keep me at his house for a couple of days,
which my parents were totally fine with. I was grateful for the
distraction. We were in his bedroom, which was decorated in Star
Wars theme. We sat on his bed and I hadn’t really spoken a word to
him, I felt numb, confused and humiliated. “So, um are you okay?
Wait, wrong question.” I could tell he was at a loss for words. I
found it really sweet. “I’m okay. I think. It’s just a shock. I’m
seriously disturbed by that scene we just witnessed. But I suppose
I’m thankful that you were there with me. I couldn’t have done it
alone.” I blinked a few tears away.
“Do you think your mom knows?” He was
rubbing my arm lightly. It helped ease my worries and
confusion.
“I’m not really sure. I don’t even know if I
should tell her.” He softly caressed my cheek with his finger,
brushing away all of the tears that I didn’t know were there. He
had a look of sorrow and something else in his eyes. We were young
and I never thought of Lucas in any way but a best friend, someone
I could share my deepest thoughts with without judgments. It was
our first intimate moment we’d shared. My heart was beating fast
and his touch sent electric shocks throughout my body. It was a
feeling I was unfamiliar with, yet I didn’t want it to end.
“ Do you need to go home?”
I stood up and walked over to the sink. I stared at my reflection
for a few minutes. I slammed my fist into the glass but it hit the
wall instead. I guess I got lucky it didn’t shatter. Ouch. There
was a shooting pain from my hand up to my shoulder. “Why? Why can’t
I let it be?” Brooke, alarmed took a step toward me unsure how to
react to my outburst. She reached out to touch my hand but I
flinched and pulled back. “Abby listen, you need to take a deep
breath. Maybe it’s not what you think. I doubt it’s serious. But
talk to Lucas, let him tell you what’s going on.” I ran my hand in
cold water. Damn that was painful.
Walking the halls like a zombie, I weave in
and out of the crowd to get to lunch. My stomach is not cooperating
and the last thing I want to think about is food. I wash my face
and reapply my makeup before going to class. Brooke stays with me
the whole time. We are late but we get a note from the nurse after
I get a bandage on my hand. It’s still sore but I suck it up and
deal with it. I don’t tell the nurse exactly what happened, just
that I had an accident and am pretty clumsy on a regular basis. I
decide I am going to forget about Lucas and try to avoid him at all
costs. He obviously doesn’t care enough about our friendship to not
date my sister. I mean seriously, how screwed up is that! What a
jerk! I guess our friendship meant shit to him. I keep telling
myself he’s not worth the tears anymore or sadness that I feel in
the pit of my stomach. I see Brooke sitting at a table with some
other students I recognize.
“ Hey baby!” I turn around
and find Brady smiling at me. My heart sinks because even though I
tell myself that I