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vandalized his car. I was no longer
concerned with Eric at all. What concerned me was why a boy that I ignored all
these years felt the need to stand up for me.
    “Why?” I asked trying
not to look at the freaky carpet any longer.
    When I looked at his
face his eyes said it all, he did it for me.
    I didn’t know I was
crying until Dylan brushed the tears away for me. A silence had spread throughout
the room aside from the hum of the air conditioner that kicked on.
    It cycled through a
round and thumped as it shut down.
    When he spoke, his
voice felt forced admitting to something he didn’t want to say. “I was pissed,”
He drew a ragged breath and fixing his attention on his hands. “For eight years
I’ve waited for you to see what was in front of you. Everyone brainwashed you
into thinking Eric James was what was best for you.”
    “Dylan, I—”
    “Don’t,” Dylan
interrupted reaching for my phone I dropped on the floor at his feet. “Forget I
said anything. Call your parents.”
    “I have one more
question.” Dylan gave me a nod to continue. The worry evident in his eyes at
what I was going to ask him. “What did you say to Eric about it?”
    “Nothing, I’m sure the
baseball bat through his windshield gave it away.”
    How did Eric think I
wouldn’t find out about this? It probably would have taken some time had Dylan
not slipped with the text messages but I wasn’t stupid. I’ve known for years
that my life wasn’t what it appeared to be. Did I do anything about it? No. Now
I was and that’s what I focused on.
    The more I thought
about it, the more it pissed me off. In my mind, I knew this was happening
between Eric and Mercedes. The worst part was that Eric and I hadn’t had sex,
but yet he was messing around with her, or maybe she wasn’t the first. The
thought was revolting to me.
    Pissed, I decided to
call Eric first and give his cheating ass a piece of my mind.
    For some privacy, I
stepped onto the balcony and closed the door behind me. Dylan watched me walk
out there and then moved to the bathroom with a towel.
    It only rang once
before he picked up. “Bailey where are you? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
    “Oh give me a break.
Don’t act so fucking innocent.” I was actually quite proud of myself. It seemed
I had all kinds of courage today. “How’s Mercedes doing?”
    Any girl, and I don’t
care who you are, has a vindictive side. Being in high school, you find out
quickly that they all have them. Mine was starting to show its ugly face.
    “What are you talking
about?” he honestly sounded alarmed, which just pissed me off even more.
    “Don’t give me that
bullshit, Eric.” Unable to stand still, I started pacing the balcony. “I know
about you and Mercedes. Who else have you been with? Let me guess, Jessica
too?”
    “He’s lying to you.”
Eric claimed stumbling over his words. “I never slept with her. He’s saying
that shit so you’ll fuck him.”
    I laughed bitterly
clenching my phone tightly. It felt like I was trying to strangle my phone to
make up for not being able to strangle Eric. “You just proved my point right
there. I never said what I knew about.”
    “I didn’t do anything
she didn’t ask for.” Eric’s voice was sharp as if he was pointing out the
obvious. “And why don’t you ask Dylan about Mercedes. He’s gotten to know her
pretty well too.”
    “Wow, so that’s why,
because she asked you to?” I asked ignoring his comment about Dylan. “Come on
Eric, you’re smarter than that Mr. Excitement.” Over the years of playing
football his entire life, Eric had gotten the name Mr. Excitement for his
ability on the field. I had always hated the name and never used it.
    “It’s not like that,
Bailey.” Eric pleaded his words rushing knowing I would hang up on him at any
moment. “Just come back and we can talk about this. Don’t just throw away four
years over a guy like Dylan Wade.”
    “This has absolutely
nothing to do with Dylan and