Trust Me:Rivers Edge - Book 1(10)By: Lacey Black
“Okay. That does sound like fun. I’ll ask her tomorrow when I swing by the bakery.”
I proceed to tell her all about my conversation with my mom about Drake and his newest squeeze, Kelsey. “Geez, Kelsey? She sounds 18. Is she a cheerleader, too?” Holly asks sarcastically.
“She’s a junior in college apparently. I hope she doesn’t mind sharing her boyfriend,” I throw out there as my mind returns briefly to my own relationship with Drake.
If there’s one thing Drake can’t do, it is monogamy. I started dating him the summer before my seventeenth birthday. Drake was my first boyfriend; my first everything. Well, almost first everything. He had just turned nineteen when we met, and I was smitten from that first moment. We met at the river where all the kids go for swimming, sunbathing, and to hang out with friends. He was super tan in his board shorts that hung low on his lean hips. He had just finished his freshman year of college, and every girl was looking at him with lust filled eyes. Ultimately, it was me he approached that day, and we hit it off right away. He used his good manners and sexy smile to charm his way into my life and eventually, my pants. On my seventeenth birthday, he gave me a beautiful heart necklace, and in return, I gave him my virginity. I fell hard and fast for Drake Connor.
It took awhile before I heard the first rumor of Drake being with another girl from a few towns over. It was my senior year in high school and he was a junior in college. When I confronted him on it, he swore he was faithful to me and that the rumor was started by a jealous frat brother. Of course, being the naïve eighteen year old, I believed him. In fact, the way he looked at me made me feel guilty for questioning his faithfulness and loyalty to me.
By the time I graduated from high school, I started hearing more and more rumors. Girls I didn’t even know were coming up to me on the street and telling me he was cheating on me. One girl in particular called me up and told me she had been with Drake multiple times. Again, I confronted him, and he denied it. So when she called again, I told her off. I didn’t have time for jealous girls and their petty stupidity. That’s when she sent me copies of their text messages back and forth. She even had photos; lots of photos. I was sick; literally sick to my stomach at his betrayal. Turns out it wasn’t only his betrayal making me nauseous because that’s also when I noticed my period was late. After a brief conversation with Holly over the phone that involved a whole lot of crying, she met me at my parent’s house with a drug store bag full of pregnancy tests. First test came back positive right away. So did the next four. I was nineteen, pregnant with a cheater’s baby, alone, and nursing a broken heart from the man who swore he’d always be by my side.
Even after we broke up, I assumed he’d be a part of his child’s life. When I told him that I was pregnant, his response was to tell me it wasn’t his. Apparently, in his mind if he’s not faithful, I’m not being faithful either. He threw me out of our apartment we just rented together. Seriously, the ink was barely dry on the lease. He walked away telling me he wasn’t ruining his life by saddling himself up to a baby. Who says that, anyway? I didn’t get myself pregnant, mister. I can count on one hand how many times Drake has seen Brooklyn in the three years since her birth. Even then, he doesn’t acknowledge her as his child. Jerk.
I wrap up my conversation with Holly with a promise to call her as soon as I confirmed my sitter situation for next Saturday night. After our good-byes, I sit on the swing in the crisp October air, staring into the dark of night, and recall all those nights I cried myself to sleep over Drake. How can one person be so stupid? And not just once, but twice. You’d think that with the Drake drama, I wouldn’t be so stupid as to put my heart out there a second time. But no one ever said I was the brightest star in the sky. The fact was I wanted to believe in the magic of true love. But the one time I finally decide to open my heart again, that person rips it out and stomps on it, too. Is it so hard to find a guy who wants to relationship with you and you alone?
As I’m sitting on the swing, I see a shadow coming towards me down the sidewalk across the street. As the running figure crosses the street a few doors down and heads towards the sidewalk in front of my house, I realize that I know that shadow. It’s Maddox. As his swift, strong legs carry him along the sidewalk in front of my house, he turns his head and catches my gaze. He stops his jog and pulls the ear buds from his ears. His breathing is labored and his body is sweaty. I can hear the faint music from the ear buds and can tell it’s loud and edgy. Probably AC/DC if I had to guess.