Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 14:49:08 -0800
From: Amzy Galvan <amzy0123@gmail.com>
Subject: Heart Breaking Love chapter 4

Heart Breaking Love 4

For the past two months, I've been getting along. Beau broke up with me
over text, and I'm not going to lie. I was an absolute mess. Beau avoided
me in the two classes we had. And every time I glanced at him, my eyes
filled with tears. Sam was pissed at him, even buying me a voodoo doll from
a "totally legit site". I appreciated her support. Terry couldn't care
less. The day after, she told to "get over it" and left. She hangs out with
Beau and some guys from the football team now. Sam forces me to associate
with her drama club friends. A few are nice, but some are so self centered
it's ridiculous. Wade's there, so it's not all bad. And there's that cute
guy Darren, Sam says he's gay but I don't know... He seems straight.
Sam and I walked to the theater where they all ate. We sat in the back,
next to Wade. He had a scowl on his face.
              "What's wrong Wade?" Sam asked as she plucked a grape off
it's vine from inside her lunch bag.
             "Nothing." He said quickly.
Sam and I looked at each other, puzzled.
              "Remember Veronica?" Wade began.
              "The whore?" Sam asked.
.            "Yeah. I hear she's going out with Beau." He turned to me and
his face softened in pity. "Sorry Aiden."
   I looked at him blankly for a moment. I didn't know how to respond. What
was I feeling? Anger? A little. And also, now it was official. Beau and I
were never getting back. I had spent so many nights praying, hoping that he
would call, come over, and we'd be happy again. But it didn't happen. Now,
it never will. Tears began filling my eyes. I blinked furiously and excused
myself to the bathroom. Neither Sam nor Wade said a thing. I walked quickly
down the hall. I bumped right into Terry. She glared at me before seeing
that I was on the verge of a total breakdown. She looked at me with
concern. She put her hand on my shoulder.
             "What's wrong Aiden?"
     I quickly pulled away and ran off. I found the bathroom and sat down
in a stall. Why was I being so emotional? We've been broken up for two
months. We haven't even spoken at all. Not even when the other seats on the
bus ride home were filled and Beau had to sit with me that one afternoon.
Shit, this was hurting me bad. The tears flowed and I let out a sob every
now and then. I heard footsteps, and then Wade calling out, "Aiden, you in
here?"
       "Yeah." I choked. I could see his feet right outside the stall door.
       "Come on out. Let's go back with the others. Please don't be sad!
This is a sign that you need to let him go. Just... Compose yourself. I
don't like seeing you hurt..." he pleaded. I took a deep breath. As I heard
other footsteps, I said, "Ok wade." I wiped my face and walked out of the
stall. There stood Beau. I stared at him.
        .       "Uh... You ok?" He stuttered.
I immediately went back into the stall and began crying again.
               "Dammit asshole," I heard Wade say, "You made him cry again!"
            "What did I **do**?" Beau replied angrily. Oh God, please make
them stop! More angry words were exchanged, and then I heard them rolling
on the floor punching. I opened the door. Wade and Beau fought until I
screamed, "***STOP***!"
They both looked at me. They glared at each other but I pulled Wade away.
Then I heard Beau say, "Fuck you faggot."
I continued to walk, Wade in tow. He had left our backpacks outside the
bathroom. We took em and headed to his car. Silently, I used his first aid
kit to tend to his face and the bruises on his chest and back. I had always
imagined him with a hairy chest, but he was smooth. I held an ice pack
against his eye until we heard the bell ring, telling us to go to class. He
put his shirt back on then looked at me.
           "If that bastard ever even looks at you again, tell me and I'll
beat the shit out of him."
           "Wade, please don't. I just want to forget about him."
          "I can help with that." He leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
I looked at him in shock, then said, "I gotta go."
I fled as quickly as possible. Sam liked him! I couldn't backstab her and
kiss him back. Or do anything else for that matter. I'd have to talk to Sam
asap. Opportunity arose sixth period, last period of the day. I got her
alone and just blurted it out. I thought she'd get angry, but she smiled
and laughed.
         "Yeah... I know he likes you Aiden."       "You do?" I asked.
        "He told me and, you know, I was disappointed. But I'm not going to
be pissed." She smiled again. "Did you kiss him back?" Sam asked excitedly.
             I shook my head. "I thought you liked him. I wouldn't backstab
you like that."
            "Awww Aiden. Go for him hon. You need to get your bed rocking
and forget about... **him**."
             "Alright," I said laughing, "I'll give it a go."
At home that night, I called Wade. We got into talking for almost two
hours. I really didn't know how much we had in common. I guess I had only
hung out with him because Sam was always trying to get at him. But now that
I've actually talked to him, I find him really fascinating. I was tired
after we hung up. I was also very elated. We had a date this Wednesday,
after school at the mall. Happy, I slipped into my bed and slept.
******
I lay on my bed, Wade on top of me, kissing me. Our date that day had gone
exceptionally well. I wouldn't say I'm falling in love, but I really really
**really** like him. It was night, and we were alone in my house. We rolled
around until we both lay on our sides facing each other. I looked into his
eyes, a soft dark brown. He sucked in a breath as he looked at his watch.
               "Already ten love. I have to go." Wade said with regret.
              "Nooo," I whined as I buried my face in his chest. "Stay a
little bit longer."
               "I wish I could,"he said, "But we have school tomorrow. But
this weekend, I'll stay all night. And we can do whatever, **whatever**,
you want." He slowly slipped off of my bed and stretched. I sighed and got
up to kiss him. I enjoyed his lips one last time before walking him to his
car and watching him drive away. I smiled, feeling totally content for the
first time since Beau and I broke up. As I walked up the driveway, Beau's
dad pulled up in his own. He waved me over, looking a little troubled.
           "Hello Aiden, how have you been?" The expression on his face
turning into a smile. He never knew Beau and I dated, just that we were
very good friends.
            "Better than ever Mr. Thomas." I smiled brightly.
             "Who was the young man that just left?" He inquired.
             "Wade, my boyfriend."
           "Oh... I didn't you were..." Hr stuttered.
            ..."Gay?" I finished for him.
          "Uh yeah... Not that that's important." He gave a little wave.
"But I do have something serious to discuss with you, maybe you can help.
It's about Beau."
          . ."Um well, Beau and I aren't really friends anymore so I don't
know how much help I could be." I said.
             "Why not?" He asked.
             "We just sorta... drifted apart I guess." I shrugged, lying
through my teeth.
               "Well, please help! I don't trust some of the friends he
brings over. I think they're part of the problem." His eyes were full of
desperation, I could see. Against my better judgment, I agreed.
*******************
What Mr. Thomas told me was disturbing. He found out Beau has been
regularly shooting up. He has found Beau to be extremely irritable and
angry lately, and he doesn't know what to do. Quite frankly, I don't even
know what **I'm** going to do. I did promise to help but this beyond me. I
figured a good start would be confronting Beau. I was at school and he
hadn't ridden the bus, but taken his car instead. He was in the driver's
seat, eyes closed. I took a long breath and walked right up to him. I
tapped on his window. No going back now.
His eyes immediately snapped open and found their way to me. He looked
angry. Beau opened the door roughly and stepped out.
             ."What do you want?" He hissed angrily. This wasn't going to
easy.
  ..           "Your dad is worried about... you." I said.
               "He can go to hell." He said, glaring down at me.
              "After what he said.... I'm a little worried too." I wasn't
lying either. The Beau I knew was steadfast against drugs. What could've
changed?
               "...You are?" The anger left his face. Something else crept
in, regret.
                "Yeah," I said softly. "Beau... I...Even though you broke
up with me and then refused to talk..." I sighed deeply and tried to
articulate my thoughts. Beau just looked at the ground.
              "I still care about you." I had finally admit to myself. I
still cared about Beau.
               "You're with Wade. You don't care about me!" He said
angrily, kicking his own car door. I jumped back and looked at him with
fear. He saw my reaction.
             "Fuck it." He said, his shoulders dropping. He got into his
car without another word. I went around to the passenger side and slipped
in. He let his head fall into my shoulder and I heard him sob quietly.
                "Oh Beau... " I didn't know what to do so I just let him
stay like that until he composed himself.
  He straightened up and wiped away tears.
                "It hurts, that you're with Wade." He whispered.
                 "It hurt me that you're with Veronica."
                   "I broke up with that slut." Then he turned to me. "Will
you take me back?" The question took me off guard.
              "Beau. I'm with Wade, I..."
               "But you still care about me! I still love you Aiden!"
    .           "Then why did you break up with me?"
All was silent. Beau looked at me and said.
                "You were a mistake Aiden." Wait what?
                "Get out of my car." He said it without emotion, robotic.
So I did, I walked to first period without looking back, except to see
Veronica slipping in where I had been and Beau driving off campus.