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III. The Moment I Became A Jealous Asshole

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III. The Moment I Became A Jealous Asshole

I'm currently sitting on top of the picnic table in the back near our old barn, desperately trying to avoid the awkward situation before me.

Of course Ford held true to his promise and first thing this morning, he was over at my place, abruptly waking me up to a pillow being smacked in my face.

I could've killed him, could've easily gotten away with it too and probably would've been doing his folks a kindness by getting rid of his annoying ass, but what's the point? I'd end up missing the asshole too much. Who else am I going to stir up trouble with to pass the time?

So here I am, sitting on this faded as fuck picnic table, bouncing my leg anxiously as I avoid eye contact with my best friend. Ford is just casually sitting on the old tire swing that's been tied to this old oak tree since before I was born.

Apparently the previous owners had put it in and Mom adored it too much to remove it. Honestly I don't know how the tire hasn't deteriorated over the years. It's got to be at the very least, twenty years old.

That's besides the point, the point is — I don't even know where to begin with this explanation that Ford so desperately wants to hear. What do I tell him?

Oh yeah, you know, just possibly catching feelings for a girl I've known nearly my whole life and I've only ever looked at as a little sister; until that damn day out by the ravine.

Damn the North Dakota DMV for passing Bex and giving her that damn drivers license. Why'd she have to be so damn perfect at driving and pass with flying colors?

Had she not gotten her license, I wouldn't have offered her to drive my truck to the ravine and I wouldn't have caught her in a different light—literally—allowing my stupid ass heart to be stolen by that crazy ass girl. Fuck!

Moments have silently passed by now since I lead Ford out here, not wanting to even attempt to talk about it inside my house. My sister, being my sister, would undoubtedly snoop and hear everything. Then her big ass mouth would be running next door and fucking up everything. I don't need anymore awkwardness than there already is between Bex and me.

"So...are you going to tell me what's up or am I going to have to get physical?" Ford grins over the top of the tire at me as he begins to lightly swing back and forth.

I roll my eyes at him as I rub my hands together and wipe them on the sides of my jeans. Why the fuck am I sweating bullets right now?

"Okay...fine...don't tell me. I'll just go next door and ask Bex, I'm sure —" he begins to climb off the tire before I make a move to stand up and stop him. He chuckles at my reaction and walks over to the table, sitting down on top of it next to me.

"I'm just pulling your chain brother. I'm assuming Bex doesn't know does she?" he puts an arm around my shoulder, giving it a shake.

"Doesn't know what?" I cut my eyes at him suspiciously, leaning away to get a better look at him.

His brown eyes are glistening with mischief and by the smirk on his face, he's clearly enjoying my uneasiness way too damn much.

"Oh you know, that you're in love with the Miss Rebekah Miller," he gives me a cunning grin and I instantly shove him off the table at his bullshit statement.