Sex Nights

Chapter 14

After Dylan's mom and him see Natalie, I come in.
- Hey. - she says.
- Hello Natalie. How do you feel?
- Best. This was all a boy's fault.
- Seriously?
- Yes. Can I ask you a question, Melody? I don't want to look rude but ....
- But?
- How are you my brother started like ... you know? Fell in love?
- It's a long story... I prefer not to talk about it.
- It was something less beautiful, wasn't it? What did Dylan do this time?
- This time?
- Yes. He usually gets involved in many things until he meets you. When he met you it was like he died and was born again.
- Do you know anything bad he did?
- Not at all ... but maybe John can help you.
I'm going to see John at the college library at seven at night and ... Guess who came too? Rachel's whore.
- Hey Melody. - Rachel's says.
- Hey. I thought we had agreed only the two of us.
- But she wanted to come. - he says.
- Okay. Let's get started. What do you want to know? - she asks.
- What's the worst thing he's ever done?
- What do you mean? - she asks.
- He's done as many bad things as we have. - John says.
- Answer me, please.
- He set up an argument with his father over a girl and that's why his father went to Florida.- Rachel says.
- You are lying. Tell me the truth.
- He had sex with a 23 year old girl when he was just 15 and it was a challenge of ours. - Rachel tells me.
I shed a tear.
- I hate you. - I tell her.
- Honestly, I don't understand why you hate me while you date the boy who took your virginity and just shits. I don't hate you but I hate to know that you are stupid to be in the middle of a group of upset friends. You still have time to leave Dylan and have a perfect life, one that I could never have.
- Thanks for the tip but I am sorry to inform you that it is not you who choose who I should love. - I say a little hurt for knowing that and I leave the library.
Tonight I decide not to go back to Dylan's house, or to my college room, or even the little apartment my mom rented.
I walk and walk and walk through the streets until I find a library still open where I go to look for some interesting book.
I find the book Selection and buy it. I leave the bookstore and notice that I have about three hundred missed calls from Dylan and decide not to answer.
I am too hurt to see him again and fall right into his arms because I cannot be separated from him. Maybe Rachel is right I can have a better life than this.
Tomorrow is my birthday and the day will be shit. This was my birthday present, to know that the boy I love lost his virginity to a twenty-three-year-old girl when he was only fifteen, and besides, everyone knew that. I can't think of such a thing. It's disgusting and I don't even know how I ever managed to think that he wasn't like everyone else.