and never intended to.
He told me that he loved Stephanie, but wouldn’t put up with her crap anymore.
I assumed Oz would make some grand attempt at getting her back, but unbeknownst to me, this wasn’t the first time my bestie had accused him of cheating and he was sick of it. He’d never, in his words, given her any reason to suspect him of cheating and he’d never entertained the idea.
“Honestly, we just spend so much time apart. We have different lives. But those things would work themselves out. But I can’t be with someone who is constantly insinuating that I’m cheating on her. At this point, even if she wanted me back, I wouldn’t take her back. The other day she accused me of flirting with the girl at McDonald’s, you know Lauren, that works at the drive thru.”
Breaker laughed, “Um, that’s not a woman.”
The boys high fived, “Exactly—that’s my point. I mean, if you’re gonna accuse me of doing something at least get it right. Shit.”
Thank God I hadn’t told Steph I was coming to meet Oz. She would’ve drilled me and then I’d have Ben and Jerry face again.
He left shortly after. We never ate anything, just listened to him plead his case. And the thing was, I believed him. Stephanie wasn’t much of a truster. Never had been.
I’d be the first to throatpunch him if he had cheated, but that wasn’t the case.
“How about I cook for my girl tonight?”
“She sounds like a lucky girl.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. What do you say?”
That was Breaker James—always making sure we got at least a little time in here or there.
“I think I’m gonna pass. Stephanie will be crying tonight. Her pissed off phase should be over any minute now. I guess I have to sit with her in our underwear and eat more ice cream.”
He stopped all motion except for his eyes, which wandered around. I could say one thing about Breaker, he never lost his perviness.
“Huh.”
“Stop!” I slapped his bicep.
“Hey, easy on the gun, baby. I was thinking about the ice cream.”
“Yeah, sure you were. I’m so glad your pervy phase never died.”
He grabbed me around my waist, “You weren’t complaining last night.”
“I’m leaving. Call me tonight.”
He shrugged, “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”
“You ass.”
“There you go, talking about my ass again.”
I grabbed my books and pecked him quickly before he could grab ahold of me.
Stephanie wasn’t home when I got there. Instead there was a note with a shoddy apology saying she was going out. I tried to call her but she didn’t answer.
I texted Breaker to tell him I was available for dinner but he didn’t answer either. I should’ve been disappointed, I really should’ve. But instead, I was elated. Breaker James was Mr. Nutrition. He would never say anything to me about what I ate, but I saw the looks he gave me while I ate pancakes next to his steel cut oats and almond butter. I could feel his way too healthy eyes on me.
I called the Chinese place and ordered the most unhealthy chicken and rice known to man along with a two liter Pepsi.
Breaker would’ve laughed at me.
After eating, I cleaned up and polished off the ice cream
He told me that he loved Stephanie, but wouldn’t put up with her crap anymore.
I assumed Oz would make some grand attempt at getting her back, but unbeknownst to me, this wasn’t the first time my bestie had accused him of cheating and he was sick of it. He’d never, in his words, given her any reason to suspect him of cheating and he’d never entertained the idea.
“Honestly, we just spend so much time apart. We have different lives. But those things would work themselves out. But I can’t be with someone who is constantly insinuating that I’m cheating on her. At this point, even if she wanted me back, I wouldn’t take her back. The other day she accused me of flirting with the girl at McDonald’s, you know Lauren, that works at the drive thru.”
Breaker laughed, “Um, that’s not a woman.”
The boys high fived, “Exactly—that’s my point. I mean, if you’re gonna accuse me of doing something at least get it right. Shit.”
Thank God I hadn’t told Steph I was coming to meet Oz. She would’ve drilled me and then I’d have Ben and Jerry face again.
He left shortly after. We never ate anything, just listened to him plead his case. And the thing was, I believed him. Stephanie wasn’t much of a truster. Never had been.
I’d be the first to throatpunch him if he had cheated, but that wasn’t the case.
“How about I cook for my girl tonight?”
“She sounds like a lucky girl.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. What do you say?”
That was Breaker James—always making sure we got at least a little time in here or there.
“I think I’m gonna pass. Stephanie will be crying tonight. Her pissed off phase should be over any minute now. I guess I have to sit with her in our underwear and eat more ice cream.”
He stopped all motion except for his eyes, which wandered around. I could say one thing about Breaker, he never lost his perviness.
“Huh.”
“Stop!” I slapped his bicep.
“Hey, easy on the gun, baby. I was thinking about the ice cream.”
“Yeah, sure you were. I’m so glad your pervy phase never died.”
He grabbed me around my waist, “You weren’t complaining last night.”
“I’m leaving. Call me tonight.”
He shrugged, “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”
“You ass.”
“There you go, talking about my ass again.”
I grabbed my books and pecked him quickly before he could grab ahold of me.
Stephanie wasn’t home when I got there. Instead there was a note with a shoddy apology saying she was going out. I tried to call her but she didn’t answer.
I texted Breaker to tell him I was available for dinner but he didn’t answer either. I should’ve been disappointed, I really should’ve. But instead, I was elated. Breaker James was Mr. Nutrition. He would never say anything to me about what I ate, but I saw the looks he gave me while I ate pancakes next to his steel cut oats and almond butter. I could feel his way too healthy eyes on me.
I called the Chinese place and ordered the most unhealthy chicken and rice known to man along with a two liter Pepsi.
Breaker would’ve laughed at me.
After eating, I cleaned up and polished off the ice cream
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