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Baby I Need You

I sit with my back resting on Brantley's chest and I sigh as the weight of crying about Sam is off my shoulders. I freeze as my phone rings and I stare at in surprise. The song is "Playboys of the Southwestern World" by Blake Shelton; it is Nolan's ringtone.

I answer it on instinct, and I listen. "Dude, Kate cheated on me! I can't believe that bitch. I have been a great boyfriend to her." Sam's voice says from a little ways away. I put the phone on speaker, and then I hear the voice of Nolan, one of my best buddies.

"What did you expect, dumbass. You slept with every girl in the whole fuckin' town. Kate deserves way more than you. I was so close to calling her about your shit so many times. I bet she cried when she broke up with you because she felt bad about falling in love with someone who will actually treat her right. You didn't hit her did you?" Nolan growls at Sam.

"She deserved it man. I depended on her, and she hurt me. I almost felt bad, then the thought of her having sex with another man. I get this disgusting taste in my mouth when I think of her cheating ass. She is just a slut." I clenched my teeth in anger and Brantley cusses from behind me. All of the sudden I hear a groan of pain. "What the hell, dude?" Sam grinds out, in cruel pain. I can even hear his agony over the phone.

"If anyone is a slut it is you. Kate has never been anything, but loving and devoted; meanwhile you were have been the biggest man-whore the South has ever seen. I'm glad she fell for someone else, hell I would have been glad if she just broke you 'cause you are actually a Yankee bitch. I actually care about her, unlike you asshole. She deserves someone who can give her a life; you can't give her jack shit." Nolan hisses, frustration and venom leaking into his voice.

The line goes dead and I pull away from Brantley and look at the little town below me. I hang my feet under the bottom railing and I smile at the way Nolan defended me. "He is a good friend, Angel. That's one you should keep 'round." Brantley's deep southern drawl cuts through my thoughts. "Yeah, he has always been one to keep 'round. He is like my rock, he always seems to call when I need it the most." I say, and I can't smile anymore because it hurts too much. "You needed some closure. I get that you need closure. I needed it too." Brantley relates.

We were sitting in silence until something that had been weighing on me for a while, just kept repeating itself in my head. Brantley won't judge me for it. "I cheated on Sam before." I confess nearly silent, but Brantley still hears it. He looks down at the tiny town below us, and he says "I have cheated on someone before too, I guess we are the same kind of bad. What happened with you?" I look out over the town, and I sigh.

"Kenny was the linebacker, running receiver, and he even played a little quarterback, but he was all around best. Sam had been being an ass for a while, and then I saw him making out with some girl. I was so angry, and I was cussing and I was beating the wall, till my hands were bleeding. Kenny and his dad, who was the football coach, saw the wall and me with all the blood on my hands and the wall. They flipped out and brought me home with them, because they were worried and they knew my dad was on tour. Coach Smith and my dad had always been buddies, and I always loved Mr. Smith. He is an amazing speaker, when he talks everybody listens. I was in Ella's room, Kenny's little sister, who is a year older than me, and I started sobbing. I cried about missing my dad to Sam cheating. I cried like I never cried before, my sobs made my whole body shake and I was shaking and sobbing. Kenny came my room and held me as I sobbed the life out of myself. Coach Smith held me for a little as Kenny showered, but I just sobbed till I had nothing left. I hadn't cried since I was six when I realized my mom had left for good. Kenny came back in and held till I couldn't cry anymore." I say, taking a pause, trying to slow down my breaths as I relived that amazing, yet shameful memory.