Tate. I’m not the jealous freak in this relationship. This is different, and on so many levels too. Lauren was your ex.” I walked up to him putting my finger in his chest. “You two,” my breath caught and I spoke next through clenched teeth, “have a history together…you slept with her while y’all were dating,” now I was crying harder. “There is no way in hell I shouldn’t be furious that you’ve been talking with her and not telling me. How many times Tate? Have you seen her too?” The expression on his face told it all. “You have…” I whispered, “you’ve not only been talking with her, but you’ve seen her too!” Everything seemed clear suddenly. He hadn’t encouraged anything sexual in a few months, maybe because he didn’t feel the urge too. Was he getting his fulfillment with Lauren? I had thought it was just him being so busy with baseball. I turned back around this time determined to spin tires out of there. I got in my car and slammed the door. Tate was holding on to the handle, but I locked the door. He got super close to my window, and was all but screaming in it.
“Only to work out the details for baseball Reese. Nothing happened. My dad and her dad were there most of the time too.” He said his voice muffled through the glass of my window.
Now my heart hurt more, I had even been betrayed by his dad. “Your dad is helping you see Lauren, isn’t he?” It really wasn’t a question, I was stating a fact. I knew his dad seemed a little distant at Christmas. Now I knew it was because he was more interested in Tate’s baseball career than his personal life. Great.
“You kissed her didn’t you Tate. You probably had sex with her too, might as well, since I won’t cave with you.” I was on the verge of breaking down.
“She kissed me Reese, she’s been the one trying to push herself on me…I tell her I’m with you. I think she knows that now.” He was still pleading. Crap this just keeps getting worse.
I just stared, trying to seem un-phased and uncaring. “Goodbye Tate, I wouldn’t want you to skip any practice time, you better get going.” Tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe how in the course of 30 minutes my life had taken a drastic turn. My tires did actually spin as I pulled out of the parking lot. Tate was yelling, “you said you would never leave me Reese, I love you, I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what to do…so I called Elle.
“Hey girl, want to grab some sushi for dinner?” She had picked up on the first ring, not even allowing me a hello.
I was silent. “Reese, did you hear me?” Then her voice became more panicked. “What’s wrong?” She asked forcefully. “Are you okay?”
“No,” I managed to squeak out. “I’m not…Tate and I might have just broken up Elle. I’m not really sure what’s happening right now.”
“Where are you? I’ll come and meet you.” She said calmly. “Ahhh, I’m so sorry Reese, but I’m sure you two can work this out.”
“I don’t think…we can work out the fact… that he would throw our relationship away to play for the pros…just because Lauren can get him there quickly.” I said matter of factly and in between sobs.
“What! That bitch. This is about Lauren Ash. I’m coming, don’t move a muscle”, Elle seethed. I could hear her grabbing her keys and purse and heading out the door.
ended up texting Elle and meeting her at The Sushi Hut. We sat in the back where it was darker. I spilled my guts about Tate and my conversation. By the time I was done, she was seeing red.
“I can’t believe Tate and his dad would be instigating this…this…screwing you over Reese. That’s just plain cold that they would let Lauren worm her way back into his life; and simply because of her contacts with baseball.”
To hear her say it out loud twisted the dagger in my heart even more.
“I think no matter what Tate has to say, I’ll need time. He has crushed my trust for him. The one
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