The Boy Who Knew Me When (From Boys to men Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF Page B

necklace. I hate to say it but I feel bad for any girl who comes along after you. He‘s completely and totally ruined.” 
    I cringed at the thought and said “He is going to find someone amazing, he doesn’t need me anymore. And no, he is not the boy we met ninth grade.”
    Brea let out an almost hysterical laugh. “THAT is the understatement of a lifetime, definitely not a boy, Brandon is all man. Every hot succulent inch of him. Damn, I know he is pretty much hands-off material, but just thinking about it makes me feel like I am 14 all over again.”
      I laughed at her honesty then decided it was time for a little honesty of my own.
    “I wish you had told me about Brandon. I want you to know that as far as you are concerned he is not hands-off. If you want him, I won’t hate you for trying to get him. He loves you too, you know.”
      Brea took my hand in hers and offered up a sweet smile assuring me that she had no intention of playing second fiddle to the love of his life. But I didn’t want to think of myself as the love of his life. I had to know that Brandon would one day open himself up to someone else and move on. Deep down I knew he already had, the fact that he never really fought for me spoke for itself.
      When he left me standing on the side of the street in front of my house holding onto the last significant piece of our relationship I knew he was saying goodbye to everything we were. I knew he was moving on and I would rather him end up with Brea than anyone else. No other woman could ever be as good for him as she could be. After all, they had both managed to put up with me all of these years.
      They had bonded when I wasn’t around, when I was too caught up in my own bullshit to be a good friend and girlfriend and in turn they too became friends. It felt good knowing that she was there for him at a time that I could not be. When I was the last person in the world he would want comforting him because I was the reason why he needed comfort in the first place. He really was a great boy, a boy who had grown into an even more amazing man.
      I finally ended up calling Brandon and we spoke for hours about our past, our future, life, being on our own. And by the end of the conversation we officially realized that we would never be able to say goodbye. The reason the words never left our lips was because we would forever be intertwined. He and I both vowed that no matter what happened or who came into our lives we would never shut each other out. We vowed to put the past behind us while still allowing it to shape us into better people and focus on a future as friends.
      So here we were, months later and I couldn’t be happier. Brea had gotten a job at the Old Navy store up the way from our small two bedroom apartment and I was on the last of my savings still clinging onto the hope that something would come my way before classes started next week. I had put in application after application but considering I had no work history and the competition was fierce I couldn’t manage to find one person willing to throw me a bone. I hated the idea of calling Aunt Tilly for financial help but I had approximately 300 bucks left in my savings account and rent was due in two weeks.
    “Hey babe, Angela was wondering if you wanted to hit up the Omega party at UT tonight,” Brea yelled from across the room.
      We met Angela two days after moving into our apartment. The walk-in gate to the building had gotten stuck and we got locked outside. Thank goodness Angela came along. Giving the gate a big kick and tug the door sprang open allowing us entry. She was a second year student at St. Edwards and filled us in on all of the quirks the 50 year old building had to offer.
      Angela is a bubbly, dark-skinned Cuban sex kitten. Short, with a pixie cut hairstyle and boobs so large that I was shocked didn’t knock her abnormally small frame over with each step she took. She was very sweet and the three of us hit it