6 Coming back for more – Tyler
17 Valentine’s Day Sucks – Raven
24 Like a wrecking Ball – Raven
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For Lauren.
I’ve grown up around cars. Though I don’t work on them, I can change oil, tell you why your truck’s smoking and know the size of the engine just by the rumble. It’s a gift I’ve grown to appreciate.
Another thing I have a knack for is knowing when someone is lying to me. Sometimes I think it would be easier if I didn’t have this particular gift. There’s something to be said for living without knowledge of knowing someone you thought cared about you was in fact lying to you. This was never more obvious to me than when I showed up at my boyfriend’s dorm room with the intention of surprising him. I knew the minute he opened the door, red faced and half dressed, we would never be the same.
“
Jesus Christ
, Holden. How could you?” was my first question as I pushed through the door and glanced around his dorm room. On the floor were scattered sheets and a girl’s black heels and panties. “Who the fuck is she?”
He blinked several times trying to come up with a lie and grabbing at my shoulders. “Raven, you need to
calm
down. This isn’t what it looks like.”
The worst part is he believes he’s being serious.
“Really? Oh good, because for a minute it looked like you were fucking a blonde whore in your dorm room! Wow, I’m totally relieved it’s not what it looks like!” I pushed him away from me. I needed space and he was sucking the breath right out of me.
Crouching down, I put my hand on my chest trying to calm my heart. I probably looked like a complete mess and I could only imagine what Fuck Me Barbie must have thought but I didn’t give a shit. Holden and I have been together since high school and I deserved better than this.
“Four years! Four. Fucking. Years!
Why
? Give me a reason as to
why
you felt dipping your dick in her was worth breaking my heart?” I hated my tears sliding down my cheeks. Showing weakness was the last thing I wanted to do but I couldn’t help it. My heart was totally fucking breaking.
He pushed out a labored breath and reached for his jeans. There was movement all around me but I was focused on
him
, the one causing me pain. “Seriously? Damn, Raven. Do you have any idea how controlling you are?” He zipped his pants while the average-looking blonde searched for her bra. Stupid perky fucking tits, tan skin and all. How she looked that good for being in Oregon wasn’t lost on me. She was probably from California. All sluts belonged in California as far as I was concerned.
At first, I thought to myself, Holden’s assessment of me was ridiculous. Controlling? Yeah, I liked order and yeah I could be a bit of a bitch if things weren’t as they should be, but controlling?
Really?
Okay, so maybe what he said was somewhat accurate but it didn’t give him a license to have sex with other girls behind my back. He was not the fucking victim.
“If you felt that way why didn’t you just break up with me? Why go behind my back and purposely hurt me like this?” I asked because I really wanted to know. Why did we have to end this way?
His eyes meet mine with wide uncertainty. “Look, babe, let’s be totally honest here. I’m pledging to one of the elite fraternities on campus. Some of my brothers are future heads of industry with serious family money backing them.” He grabbed at the back of his neck, leaning into the wall as he continued, “The connections I’m making will help me to secure my future in business and in order to achieve these connections, I have to live up to a certain persona. Dating my hometown sweetheart isn’t going to cut it. Truth be told the only reason I didn’t break up with you before this is because of our history. You’re lucky I held on this long.”
I clenched my teeth together, anger and hatred spilling out of me with each shocked blink I took.
Holy shit.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I stared at Holden unable to get my thoughts together. Who the hell was this person? After four years together you would hope you know someone but apparently, I didn’t know him at all.
Completely taken by surprise by what he just said, I couldn’t even think. All I knew was that I couldn’t walk away without hurting him in some way.
“Well, you’re an indecisive jerk who can’t remember to zip his pants after he takes a piss. Not to mention you’re
lousy
in bed, ya dumb dick,” I said, the heat in my face reaching record temps. It was like a high fever when even blinking took effort.
Holden smirked, which was the wrong thing to do when I was this mad. “You’re overreacting.”
“That’s the wrong thing to say to me.” I look to the average-looking blonde. “Just a little bit of advice, he likes it when I stick my finger up his ass during sex. Careful, I think he might be gay.”