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one wasn’t
something I expected to see and had me questioning what type of boyfriend Eric
James was.
    How long have you been sleeping with her? I can’t believe you. - Eric
    And then the confirmation
came. His phone beeped with another message from Eric.
    Did you tell her about Mercedes? Don’t tell her.
Please. But I know please means nothing to you. - Eric
    I handed his phone back
to him but said nothing at first. Confused at my response, he looked at the
last message I was clearly not meant to see.
    Apprehensive eyes
flashed with regret, his mouth opened as if he was going to say something but
stopped knowing his response would mean nothing if it wasn’t the truth.
    “I’m going to ask you
some questions, Dylan. I want honest answers.” I demanded. He gave me a nod so
I continued. Everything felt like it was happening all at once. My heartbeat
was in my ears, my heart in my throat, ready for lies I knew were about to be
revealed. “Are you friends with Eric James?”
    “No.”
    “How did he get your
number?”
    “I smashed the windows
out of his car last year at a party.” He finally looked at me and deep down a
fear I knew was always there inside presented itself like the monster it could
be. “My dad made me pay for the damages so I gave him my number for the
estimate. Believe me, it wasn’t by choice.”
    “Why did you do that to
his car?”
    He swallowed dropping
his eyes to the bed. “He’s a fucking douche, that’s why.”
    “What did he do to
you?”
    “Just drop it.” He tried
to get up from the bed but I grasped his arm forcing him back down. “It’s
nothing you need to worry about.”
    “What did he do?”
    Glaring at the floor,
he shook his head. “I saw something that he didn’t want me to see. It pissed me
off so I fucked with his car. End of story.” He said with a shrug as if this
wasn’t that big of a deal.
    It was a big deal. I
could see he was concealing something under the shadows of his stare and deep
down, I knew what it was, and I wanted him to say it aloud. I wasn’t naïve but
the signs were there. Eric was too controlled and responsible for an
eighteen-year-old boy. I knew that he had to have a fault somewhere.
    “What did you see? What
did Eric do?”
    Dylan sat back down on
the bed and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The arms of his
flannel shirt remained rolled up revealing the tattoos again. I wanted to ask
what they were but didn’t. “Do you really want to hear this,” tipping his head,
he looked at me, “or do you just want to hear this because you want a reason to
push yourself away from Eric? I won’t be the reason why you do it.”
    I didn’t say anything
so he continued.
    “Do you love him?” He
whispered.
    Did I love Eric? The
answer was simple. After today, it was evident that I didn’t. I didn’t love him
and I don’t think that I ever had. To be honest with you, Dylan had stolen a
piece of my heart when we were kids and there was no way I could love another
boy the way I did with him. Though life had completely changed and I wasn’t
sure I was in love with Dylan anymore, it didn’t change the fact that he held a
piece of it, just him.
    Eric was just another
piece of my planned out life. How could I love something that was forced on me?
I didn’t know him. I knew the planned version that was presented to me.
    “No.” I said staring at
my phone in my hand. My vision blurred with tears, the checkered carpet of the
hotel room confused me when the green and gold colors blended. Just like the
lies I’d been told, patterns revealed themselves. “I don’t.”
    The corners of Dylan’s
mouth twisted. “I caught him fucking Mercedes Grant behind the football
stadium. I smashed the windows out his car.”
    I thought the feeling
that washed over me, pricking my skin would be sadness but it wasn’t. The
pricking feeling was a rush of emotions I had never felt before. Confused yes
but more so when I thought about why Dylan