Chapter 7: Not a Boyfriend


    I yanked my wrist out of his when we reached it. “Stop!” I yelled at him. He did. He looked both sad and


    mad at the same time.


    “What’s going on? You look like you’re not even in this year anymore,” I said. He sighed and ran his


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    hand down his face. “She triggered something, didn’t she? Something in your past that was painful.” I


    said.


    “Stop talking,” he snapped. I looked at his face. They were really watery. It looked like he was about to


    cry. I sighed and shut my mouth.


    “Hayden,” I said softly. I touched his face gently. He looked away from me for a second before he


    stared right into my eyes. He looked… pained. He fought with whether to tell me or not before he let out


    a deep breath.


    “High school, two years ago, I had a girlfriend named ire. I wasn’t like I am now. I was… the perfect


    boyfriend, or so I tried to be. Then one day, we went on a date, anding out of the restaurant, there


    was this… guy. He knocked me out, and when I woke up… she was dead. The police told me that the


    guy mugged us and raped her before he killed her,” he exined. I ran my thumb over his cheek. “All I


    had to do was protect her, and I couldn’t even do that. I swore never to put myself in that position ever


    again,” he said quietly.


    “It sounds like it was a freak ident, and I know that you probably heard this a lot, but it wasn’t your


    fault,” I said softly. I wiped a stray tear from his cheek. I reached up and kissed his chin before I gave


    his hand a little squeeze. He sniffled before he looked away from me.


    “Like I said: I don’t do rtionships,” he said. We got in the truck and drove to the apartments. After


    about an hour of mindless TV watching, I turned to Hayden.


    “I had a little brother,” I started. He muted the TV and turned to me. “His name was Thomas and he


    was a lot like you,” I chuckled and looked up as I remembered.


    “Had?” Hayden picked out. I sighed as my smile fell.


    “He was ten and I was 14. We were ying outside with a ball when it rolled into the street. He went


    after it and before I knew what was happening, he was dead… A car whipped around the corner and


    the driver didn’t see him. I still me myself. I shouldn’t have let him go after that ball,” I said, looking


    off into space. I felt Hayden’s thumb rub my cheek. I looked at him before I realized that I was crying.


    “I’m sorry, Jo,” he said softly. I shrugged and pushed my hair back off of my face. He leaned forward


    slowly before he kissed me gently. I tried to hold it back but I couldn’t. I started sobbing. I missed


    Thomas; no matter how far back I pushed his memory in my head. Hayden pulled me onto hisp. I


    couldn’t help it. I cried like a baby until I passed out.