Heart Breaking Love 4
For the past two months, I've been getting along. Beau broke up with me over text, and I'm not going to lie. I was an absolute mess. Beau avoided me in the two classes we had. And every time I glanced at him, my eyes filled with tears. Sam was pissed at him, even buying me a voodoo doll from a "totally legit site". I appreciated her support. Terry couldn't care less. The day after, she told to "get over it" and left. She hangs out with Beau and some guys from the football team now. Sam forces me to associate with her drama club friends. A few are nice, but some are so self centered it's ridiculous. Wade's there, so it's not all bad. And there's that cute guy Darren, Sam says he's gay but I don't know... He seems straight. Sam and I walked to the theater where they all ate. We sat in the back, next to Wade. He had a scowl on his face.
"What's wrong Wade?" Sam asked as she plucked a grape off it's vine from inside her lunch bag.
"Nothing." He said quickly. Sam and I looked at each other, puzzled.
"Remember Veronica?" Wade began.
"The whore?" Sam asked. . "Yeah. I hear she's going out with Beau." He turned to me and his face softened in pity. "Sorry Aiden."
I looked at him blankly for a moment. I didn't know how to respond. What was I feeling? Anger? A little. And also, now it was official. Beau and I were never getting back. I had spent so many nights praying, hoping that he would call, come over, and we'd be happy again. But it didn't happen. Now, it never will. Tears began filling my eyes. I blinked furiously and excused myself to the bathroom. Neither Sam nor Wade said a thing. I walked quickly down the hall. I bumped right into Terry. She glared at me before seeing that I was on the verge of a total breakdown. She looked at me with concern. She put her hand on my shoulder.
"What's wrong Aiden?"
I quickly pulled away and ran off. I found the bathroom and sat down in a stall. Why was I being so emotional? We've been broken up for two months. We haven't even spoken at all. Not even when the other seats on the bus ride home were filled and Beau had to sit with me that one afternoon. Shit, this was hurting me bad. The tears flowed and I let out a sob every now and then. I heard footsteps, and then Wade calling out, "Aiden, you in here?"
"Yeah." I choked. I could see his feet right outside the stall door.
"Come on out. Let's go back with the others. Please don't be sad! This is a sign that you need to let him go. Just... Compose yourself. I don't like seeing you hurt..." he pleaded. I took a deep breath. As I heard other footsteps, I said, "Ok wade." I wiped my face and walked out of the stall. There stood Beau. I stared at him.
. "Uh... You ok?" He stuttered. I immediately went back into the stall and began crying again.
"Dammit asshole," I heard Wade say, "You made him cry again!"
"What did I do?" Beau replied angrily. Oh God, please make them stop! More angry words were exchanged, and then I heard them rolling on the floor punching. I opened the door. Wade and Beau fought until I screamed, "STOP!" They both looked at me. They glared at each other but I pulled Wade away. Then I heard Beau say, "Fuck you faggot." I continued to walk, Wade in tow. He had left our backpacks outside the bathroom. We took em and headed to his car. Silently, I used his first aid kit to tend to his face and the bruises on his chest and back. I had always imagined him with a hairy chest, but he was smooth. I held an ice pack against his eye until we heard the bell ring, telling us to go to class. He put his shirt back on then looked at me.
"If that bastard ever even looks at you again, tell me and I'll beat the shit out of him."
"Wade, please don't. I just want to forget about him."
"I can help with that." He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I looked at him in shock, then said, "I gotta go." I fled as quickly as possible. Sam liked him! I couldn't backstab her and kiss him back. Or do anything else for that matter. I'd have to talk to Sam asap. Opportunity arose sixth period, last period of the day. I got her alone and just blurted it out. I thought she'd get angry, but she smiled and laughed.
"Yeah... I know he likes you Aiden." "You do?" I asked.
"He told me and, you know, I was disappointed. But I'm not going to be pissed." She smiled again. "Did you kiss him back?" Sam asked excitedly.
I shook my head. "I thought you liked him. I wouldn't backstab you like that."
"Awww Aiden. Go for him hon. You need to get your bed rocking and forget about... him."
"Alright," I said laughing, "I'll give it a go." At home that night, I called Wade. We got into talking for almost two hours. I really didn't know how much we had in common. I guess I had only hung out with him because Sam was always trying to get at him. But now that I've actually talked to him, I find him really fascinating. I was tired after we hung up. I was also very elated. We had a date this Wednesday, after school at the mall. Happy, I slipped into my bed and slept. ****** I lay on my bed, Wade on top of me, kissing me. Our date that day had gone exceptionally well. I wouldn't say I'm falling in love, but I really really really like him. It was night, and we were alone in my house. We rolled around until we both lay on our sides facing each other. I looked into his eyes, a soft dark brown. He sucked in a breath as he looked at his watch.
"Already ten love. I have to go." Wade said with regret.
"Nooo," I whined as I buried my face in his chest. "Stay a little bit longer."
"I wish I could,"he said, "But we have school tomorrow. But this weekend, I'll stay all night. And we can do whatever, whatever, you want." He slowly slipped off of my bed and stretched. I sighed and got up to kiss him. I enjoyed his lips one last time before walking him to his car and watching him drive away. I smiled, feeling totally content for the first time since Beau and I broke up. As I walked up the driveway, Beau's dad pulled up in his own. He waved me over, looking a little troubled.
"Hello Aiden, how have you been?" The expression on his face turning into a smile. He never knew Beau and I dated, just that we were very good friends.
"Better than ever Mr. Thomas." I smiled brightly.
"Who was the young man that just left?" He inquired.
"Wade, my boyfriend."
"Oh... I didn't you were..." Hr stuttered.
..."Gay?" I finished for him.
"Uh yeah... Not that that's important." He gave a little wave. "But I do have something serious to discuss with you, maybe you can help. It's about Beau."
. ."Um well, Beau and I aren't really friends anymore so I don't know how much help I could be." I said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"We just sorta... drifted apart I guess." I shrugged, lying through my teeth.
"Well, please help! I don't trust some of the friends he brings over. I think they're part of the problem." His eyes were full of desperation, I could see. Against my better judgment, I agreed. ******************* What Mr. Thomas told me was disturbing. He found out Beau has been regularly shooting up. He has found Beau to be extremely irritable and angry lately, and he doesn't know what to do. Quite frankly, I don't even know what I'm going to do. I did promise to help but this beyond me. I figured a good start would be confronting Beau. I was at school and he hadn't ridden the bus, but taken his car instead. He was in the driver's seat, eyes closed. I took a long breath and walked right up to him. I tapped on his window. No going back now. His eyes immediately snapped open and found their way to me. He looked angry. Beau opened the door roughly and stepped out.
."What do you want?" He hissed angrily. This wasn't going to easy.
.. "Your dad is worried about... you." I said.
"He can go to hell." He said, glaring down at me.
"After what he said.... I'm a little worried too." I wasn't lying either. The Beau I knew was steadfast against drugs. What could've changed?
"...You are?" The anger left his face. Something else crept in, regret.
"Yeah," I said softly. "Beau... I...Even though you broke up with me and then refused to talk..." I sighed deeply and tried to articulate my thoughts. Beau just looked at the ground.
"I still care about you." I had finally admit to myself. I still cared about Beau.
"You're with Wade. You don't care about me!" He said angrily, kicking his own car door. I jumped back and looked at him with fear. He saw my reaction.
"Fuck it." He said, his shoulders dropping. He got into his car without another word. I went around to the passenger side and slipped in. He let his head fall into my shoulder and I heard him sob quietly.
"Oh Beau... " I didn't know what to do so I just let him stay like that until he composed himself.
He straightened up and wiped away tears.
"It hurts, that you're with Wade." He whispered.
"It hurt me that you're with Veronica."
"I broke up with that slut." Then he turned to me. "Will you take me back?" The question took me off guard.
"Beau. I'm with Wade, I..."
"But you still care about me! I still love you Aiden!"
. "Then why did you break up with me?" All was silent. Beau looked at me and said.
"You were a mistake Aiden." Wait what?
"Get out of my car." He said it without emotion, robotic. So I did, I walked to first period without looking back, except to see Veronica slipping in where I had been and Beau driving off campus.