Don't Worry About Me • Guy Germaine

chapter twenty eight - breaking news

dylan williams

sunday, july 8th

"I didn't want you to react like this!" I tried pleading. Telling Sierra the day before we moved might've been the wrong choice.

She put her hand on her head, "How did you want me to react?! My best friend and my boyfriend? Come on Dylan!"

I stood up from her dark blue comforter, "You act like I had a say in this! Lyndon got that scholarship and now we're moving! She's your best friend, maybe be a little happy?"

"Exactly!" She said, "My best friend! And she doesn't even have the balls to tell me?"

I could feel myself getting mad and upset at the same time, "You do realize that we're dating because she started playing hockey?" She stood still not knowing what to say, "Lyndon wanted me to tell you because she knew how you would react! You were the first person she wanted to tell! She hasn't even told Guy. Let alone Connie or Charlie!"

"Oh my god! You don't get it!" She cried. "You're moving! Lyndon's moving! Just so she can play a sport she's been playing for what? Two fucking weeks!"

"This is a sport she's really excelling at! You out of all people should respect that! What kind of best friend are you if you can't support her? I mean, what kind of girlfriend are you if you can't even support me going through this."

She looked directly into my eyes, "I was the reason she got chosen for this fucking team! I got her into softball when we were six! I was the reason she became a catcher! I pitched for her! And I don't even get and fucking credit?! No! I can't support her right now. She's getting everything! The fame, the friends, and even the guy!"

"The guy? She got the guy?" I felt my tone harden.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Sierra, if she got the guy maybe you should go find another one that isn't moving." I said harshly.

Tears started selling up in her green eyes, "What're you saying?"

"I'm breaking up with you."

I stormed out the door and up her basement stairs. I was lucky her parents weren't home so they didn't ask any questions. My fists were clenched so hard, my nails were digging into my palms. I didn't know how to feel. We hadn't had been dating that long but this hurt.

l y n d o n w i l l i a m s
point of view

I finished taping up one of the last boxes. This was actually happening. Dylan should've been on his way home from Sierra's by now. I couldn't tell her myself. I loved her to death but she was good at crying and making people change their minds. It's how she convinced her mom to take us to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show, live when we were eleven. I didn't want her to convince me into feeling like I did something wrong.

Suddenly, the I felt my floor shake.

"Dylan what's wrong?" I heard my mother faintly ask. I swung my door opening knowing what might've happened. I ran down the stairs to see my mom warmly embracing Dylan. "Shh, Dylan Andrew, breathe."

"What happened?" I mouthed to her.

"He broke up with Sierra." She mouthed back.

I started rubbing his back, "Oh Dyls. It's okay."

He switched from her shoulder to mine. We started to sit on the ground and the two us held him.