The Guy Who Gave Up His Jersey (New Version)

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Alejandro's Point Of View

I wasn't sure as to why Demi wanted to meet with me nor why I accepted to meet up with her. It wasn't even a meetup, I was going over to her house. She emphasized how important and it couldn't wait off until tomorrow at school. Mindy and Greg wanted to continue my celebration for my first play by going bowling after dinner. I wanted to take their offer but it was when Demi text me. I made up a bogus excuse and left right after dinner to come to her house.

As I pulled up to her drive way, Demi was sitting on the steps of the porch. Whatever she had to say to me must be important, since her face was written with concern all over it. Quickly, I turned off my truck and got off. 

"Hey." I said sitting next to her and waited for her to proceed on to why she called me to come over.

"Before I start telling you why I asked you to come over, you need to let me finish before you say anything, got it?" She said sternly.

"Okay." I frowned.

"I told Juliana about us." She breathed out.

"Okay-"

"You said you wouldn't speak until I was done! I had to tell her, it was killing me plus with the stupid stunt I pulled on Friday it was obvious everyone thought I liked you."

How could she go off and tell Juliana about our stupid meaningless fling? She should've talked to me about it. There are things I don't like people knowing about and this is one of them. The problem isn't the whole affair thing, the problem is she told Juliana about it. If it was anyone else I'd deny the affair but I can't lie to Jules. 

"I couldn't keep this from her, especially after I kissed you on stage. I told her everything and you wouldn't understand it all, but I want you to know our secret isn't so much a secret anymore."

On the inside I wanted to scream at her for being so stupid, but it was out of my character. I couldn't blame the girl for doing what she felt was best.

"Okay, did you really call me to just tell me that? You couldn't send it over a text message?" I asked her. I get she wanted to tell me straight to my face which is the mature thing to do, yet it seems stupid for me to be here. What did she want me to tell her? She did it already and I was going to have to face the consequences of it.

"Seriously? Doesn't it bother you a bit she knows now?"

Yes! "No. You were one of the many flings I've had with girls. She knows who I am and what I do." I shrugged it off.

Her face scrunched up in pain. Did Demi think our fling meant something to me? I'm about to sound like a major asshole but she has a nice body, one most of the guys talked about. On a drunk night, we slept with each other and she's a good hook up. Whenever I didn't feel like screwing other girls, I'd find her and screw her. I thought it was clear what our intentions were.

Demi was a nice girl, with a great personality, sadly to me all she was to me was a good fuckbuddy. Once the whole high of meeting up at parties disappeared so did the urge to have sex with her. Once my attention was focused on Juliana, I haven't wanted to have sex with anyone else. I had better things to do than trying to raise a number on my jacket or spend my nights with a girl I was leading on.

She's a smart girl, she knew we would never become something.

"You're an asshole." She scoffed; trying to hide the pain in her voice.

"Yeah? Well, sweetheart joined the long list of girls who think so." 

Demi got off the step and hovered over me. Her hands were balled up to her side and I could hear her fast-paced breathing. I rolled my eyes knowing where this was going. 

"You are heartless..." She spat out.

I stood up, being me who hovered over her. "The worst outthere. You know what you were getting yourself into when you took off your clothes" 

She took a step back, shocked by what I had told her. "And that makes me what a whore? A slut?" She questioned me. 

"A foolish girl. You thought you'd be the one to make me want to settle down? Demi, you're inside the game there wasn't a reason for you to think I wanted to date you. Stop acting like the poor victim here and accept the reality. You and I made a decision to have sex with each other and there weren't any feelings involved. What you did by telling Juliana about us was something you should've talked to me first about but the damage is done, so I'll do what you should be doing...accepting the reality of things." 

"And what is your reality, Alejandro?" Her brown eyes pierced through me. 

"I shouldn't have slept with you, but that was before ... well, the rest isn't important." I responded.  "Look, we are in the same social group so whatever is going through your head, get it straight, cross a bridge and get over it. It'll save us the trouble." I walked past her towards my truck. 

"Will she be just another fling then?" I stopped and turned to look at her. 

"Cause if she is, I will do everything in my power to stop you from hurting her-"

"She isn't you, good night Demi." I simply said and got inside my truck. 

Juliana's Point of View

Juliana,

If you are reading this it means you refused to speak to me and are still unaware of the lies your mother raised you with. I have looked for you for a very long time and I have finally found you. I accept when your mother and I decided to separate I was at a bad place. I thought I couldn't be a good father to you or anyone else. I failed many times in life and had the mentality all I ever was going to be a failure. I dedicated to working hard for you and your mother and at the end, I destroyed my own marriage. 

You were young to understand what was going on, your mother wanted me to be glued by her side all the time. Our constant conflicts turned to violent screams and I cannot defend my actions. I feel ashamed of how I dealt with things back then. I admit I was a coward but not a deadbeat father. When I asked your mother to see you she sent me a picture of you and said it would be the last time I would see you. Your mother made you vanish from the earth and it has taken me years to track you down. When I saw you at the cafe the other day I knew you were my daughter...I knew I had found you. 

I didn't choose to leave your life, your mother made that choice for me. If you do not believe me ask your Aunt Vivan she will be more honest than your mother...she always has. In case you do not, believe me, I attached the picture your mother sent me. If you decide you want to talk to me this is my number  888-888-8888. 

Sincerely, 

Dad

I turned the letter around and sure enough, there was a picture of four years old me attached to it. I looked across to my room and on my nightstand, there was an exact picture. So the lies continue.