Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I bit my lip, not really wanting to hear this. It was making me highly uncomfortable. I just wanted him to stop talking and leave me alone, leave this situation alone, and just move on from it all. I would never change my mind about Trevor, and he just needed to come to terms with that.
I looked up at Kaleb. "I really don't want to hear this right now,” I snapped, my exhaustion and aggravation filtering into my voice.
He shook his head, getting angry. "I just wanted to apologize to you. Can't we just be friends at least? Why do you keep avoiding me?"
My phone went off on my nightstand, and I glanced over at it, Trevor's name flashing across my screen. Kaleb jumped up from the bean bag, walking out of my room, slamming my bedroom door shut loudly behind him. I flinched and let my phone go to voicemail. I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone—not even Trevor. I was causing issues between Trevor and Kaleb, and I wanted it to stop.
I refused to be the reason that two guys who had been friends for years fought all of the time and lost their friendship.
My phone rang again, and I swiped across the screen to decline the call, turning my phone off afterward.
Miss Brinson came into my bedroom after knocking lightly and gave me a small, sad smile. "Hey, sweetie, how are you holding up?”
Everything I had gone through in the past week just fell out of me, and I began crying. Kaleb and I had been good friends—he had been my first real friend—and all of a sudden, he hated me because I was with Trevor. Now, my dad was out of prison, and we still didn't know why, and we didn’t know if he would be going back. I was terrified of him getting his hands on me again.
And to top it all off, I was ripping Trevor away from his best friend.
She quickly rushed over to my bed when I began crying, and I did something that probably shocked her because I definitely shocked myself when I did it. But all I wanted was a mother's comforting touch. I just wanted someone that was like a mother to comfort me when I needed it.
I curled into her, my tears pouring down my cheeks. She sighed softly, wrapping her arms around me and rocking me gently. She whispered comforting words in my ears until we both jumped in alarm and shock at the sound of yelling downstairs.
"What the fuck did you do to her?!" I heard Trevor roar.
"Get the fuck out of my house,” I heard Kaleb snap back at him.
"Oh, God,” Miss Brinson whispered as she stood up. "Those two still haven't worked things out, have they?"
I shook my head at her. "I don't want to see Trevor,” I informed her, “not until he fixes his problems with Kaleb. I won't rip them apart when they've been friends for years."
She shook her head at me, reaching out to gently run her hand over my hair. "Don't do that, honey. Kaleb and Trevor have always had issues, especially when it comes to girls. Trevor has always given Kaleb what he wanted.” She sighed. “Kaleb is just angry because Trevor won't give you to him. I hate to say it, but my son likes to play a game where he dates every girl before Trevor can. It's a competition to him." She gave me a small smile. "Trevor has found someone to help him—to heal him. You make him happy, sweetheart. Don't hurt him over this, and don’t hurt yourself over this either. Kaleb and Trevor will work out their own differences."
"But he's your son," I murmured, shocked that she was saying this.
She nodded. "I know that he is, but I also know how he is, and I won’t make excuses for his behavior. And I also know what kind of person Trevor is. I saw him when he got out of the situation with his parents, and I've watched him experience extreme highs and extreme lows over the years. This is the happiest I've ever seen him. Trevor is like a son to me, and I want him to be happy,” she told me. “Boys are boys. Kaleb will be alright."
I nodded, standing up. I followed her downstairs where the guys were still arguing. Kaleb had locked Trevor out of the house, and Trevor was yelling through the door angrily.
"Boys, stop it this instant!" Miss Brinson yelled as we came down the stairs. "Kaleb, open that door!"
He turned around to face his mom, anger written all over his features. "No, Mom! I'm tired of him always coming around and messing things up! That's all he ever does!"
"Boy, if you don't open that door this instant—" she snapped.