Chapter 8

**Blake**

For the life of me, I could not figure out what was going on with Braydon and I’s relationship. Ever since he joined the stupid football team last year, he’s been acting different; he became more possessive, scaring off any guy that is in a 10 feet radius from me and he kept pressuring me about sex like he must live and breathe it.

I didn’t think any of it, thinking that every couple goes through this phase but now I have this bad feeling.

Does he not love me anymore?

No, that can’t be it; that big dork had been in love with me since freshmen year. I still remember how he asked me out, it was the sweetest thing.

Ashley leaned next to the locker next to mines as I spin my combination code to my own locker—I needed my history book to study for the upcoming test. It’s only the third day of high school so why did teachers felt the need to torture us? Maybe they enjoyed it more than they should.

Slowly opening my locker, expecting the first thing to see was my history book since that’s the only thing in my locker right now but as soon as my locker opened, dozens of roses fell out of my locker. There must me more than a thousand, stem free, roses in here.

“Wow,” I breathed, “I wonder who did this.” I looked at Ashley who shared the same awe struck face as I did.

Her lovely brown eyes did a roll, “Who else?” She nodded her head in the opposite direction my body was turned.

I turned around and my mouth turned upward into a smile when I saw who was walking our way.

Ah—Braydon Harris, the most popular guy in our freshmen year class.

His steps seized when he reached us and the smile that was plastered on my face got even bigger as he puts his arms around me.

“You’ve got the flowers I see,” He grinned. I let out a laugh. The thing I like most about Braydon is that his smile is genuine unlike most guys who usually mistake a smirk for a smile.

“Yes, thank you.”

“So does that mean you will go out with me?” He asked, a light blush caressed his cheeks.

Aw, how could I resist him?

Ever since then, we’ve been going strong for almost four years now. Maybe he’s getting bored with me?

I reached my locker, my mind still on Braydon, but I knew if I don’t get my books for my last period class, I would be late and I didn’t want to destroy my perfect attendance in Spanish class.

I spin my combination code and quickly opened it and got out my Spanish book Ms. Rodriguez assigned and my English to Spanish dictionary.

I closed my locker and my heart gave out a start when I saw who was leaning next to my locker but his face was turned towards me as our eyes locked.

No one said anything for a while as we continued to stare at each other and in the back of my head all I could think of was that, if I go now, I could still make it to Spanish class. But I think this is a smidge more important.

But five minutes later, he still hadn’t said anything so I decided to break the silence.

“Braydon, if you don’t have anything to say, I’m already late to Spanish class and you know how I hate being late to that class.”

I walked past him and started walking towards my Spanish class when I felt a hand stopped me and I was being spin around and I was met by Braydon’s beautiful blue eyes that I fell in love with.

“Blake…,” He started, “Where did you get that necklace?” My eyebrows arched up in confusion at his randomness. I looked down and saw the necklace he was talking about. I can’t believe he never notice the necklace since I never took it off ever since Jason gave it to me a few weeks ago.

I know I was surprised too when at the wedding, he handed me a blue box and inside it was a silver, heart shape pendent necklace that was too beautiful to describe. That was the only nicest thing Jason ever did for me and for some reason, I can’t see myself not wearing it.

“My dad.” I lied, knowing that he would get mad if he knew the truth.

“This isn’t working out.” He said softly.

“What’s not working?” My heart started racing knowing what was coming next.

“Us,” he spoke louder. “We want different things.”

“Is this about sex?” I groaned.

“No Blake, it’s about everything else,” he explained, “I don’t want a girlfriend who is too controlling in everything she does and who judges me.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I don’t want to be with a girl who needs to be in control.” I felt my body go limp and I ignored the fact that my books fell onto the floor as they scattered everywhere.

He’s breaking up with me? And it was all my fault; why couldn’t I give him what he wanted? My vision became blurry as the tears rolled down my face. I hated when I cried and I cursed at myself for not thinking of wearing waterproof mascara this morning. I must have looked pretty ugly with black stuff running down my face. Maybe that’s why he’s breaking up with me—he thinks I’m too ugly.

My body couldn’t take it and I fell to the ground, still in pain. I brought my knees up to my head and I started crying even harder.

Why?—why couldn’t I be pretty enough for him?

“What did you do to her?” A new voice hissed and then all of a sudden my sadness turned to anger. This was all his fault; ever since he came into my life, my life began spiraling out of control.

I picked myself up from the ground and walked up to Jason until we were face to face and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“This is all your fault,” I yelled.

He looked taking back. “What are you talking about?”

“Ever since you came into my life, it has been spiraling out of control and now Braydon broke up with me.”

“Whoa, so it’s my fault that he broke up with you?” He argued back.

“No it’s my fault; I—I’m too controlling a—and I’m too ugly.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“He didn’t have too.” I sniffed.

“Blake it’s not your fault that your boyfriend is a liar and a cheater.”

A liar and a cheater?

“What are you talking about? Braydon never cheated on me.”

He didn’t say anything else as he walked around me and I turned around to see Jason and Braydon going head to head. I groaned not wanting them to start a fight because I’m too weak to come between those two and I knew no teacher would come and break them up because this hallway is not connected to any classrooms and it’s almost impossible for anyone to hear us.

“Why don’t you tell Blake the real reason why you broke up with her?” Jason shouted, pushing Braydon against the lockers.

Braydon picked himself back up pretty quickly though. “Why don’t you mind your own business?” Braydon pushed Jason back and Jason lost his footing and he landed on his ass. But he too picked himself up quickly and he was back in his feet in no time.

“When it comes to my sister, it is my business,” My eyes shot up at him calling me his sister. When did he care— “So why don’t you tell Blake how you cheated on her with Nicole and oh yeah, isn’t she pregnant with your kid?”

Wait, Braydon and Nicole? Braydon slept with Nicole? Braydon and Nicole had sex together? Braydon and Nicole had sex and now she’s pregnant?

That’s when realization hits me. That’s why Braydon had been acting so weird lately. That’s why Nicole called Braydon her baby and why she gave me that look in English class yesterday. Nicole had finally won; she finally had gotten something I wanted.

Was Nicole the chick that was in his room and he lied to me and said that it was his sister? Probably.

How could I be so stupid?