Page 18 of All I Ask
For the first time in six months, it all hits me.
Chapter Six
Teagan
Nineteen years old
“I met someone,” Derek says as we’re sitting at our monthly dinner.
I try so hard to look happy but I hate it. “You met someone?”
“Yeah, she’s great. I met her in my econ class.”
“Well, that’s great, Der.” I pop a fry into my mouth to keep from scowling.
It’s not great. I hate her and I don’t even know her name. Regardless, she’s not good enough for him. He’s the best and he doesn’t even see it.
Gone is the goofy kid who I couldn’t even imagine ever kissing two years ago. Now stands a very, very attractive man. He’s filled out in all the right places, found the gym, and he’s still the same sweet Derek I love.
Love.
God, I’m so stupid. I have to try to get this under control because loving him is the dumbest thing I could do…but yet I do.
I love him so much it hurts. Every month I have to remind myself that he’s my best friend, not some guy to lust over.
Plus, he doesn’t see me that way. He never has.
“I think I’m in love with her.”
My drink goes flying out of my mouth.
“Jesus, Teagan!” he complains as he wipes his face.
“Sorry, but love? How long have you guys been together?”
He sets the napkin down. “Six months.”
“Six months?” I shout. “And you’re just telling me now?”
What the fuck? I tell him everything and he’s keeping things from me like this?
“Calm down, I know how well you react to…new people.”
I roll my eyes. “No, I just don’t like the girls you bring around.”
“Yeah, because the dickhead you’ve been with for the last four years is a fucking winner.”
“We’re not talking about Keith. Besides, we both know how I really feel about him.”
Now it’s Derek’s turn to be irritated. “But you won’t dump him?”
Because then I wouldn’t have an excuse as to why I can’t be with you.
I don’t say it because I’m ridiculous. Derek and I are best friends. He’s the man I know one day I’ll be with, but right now, I can’t until I get my life straight. I’ll be ready to admit the truth, just…I need more time.
Keith is comfortable, and he doesn’t expect anything from me other than to be at his games, which I have to be anyway, thanks to my cheerleading scholarship. Then there’s the fact that Keith is safe. He’s not a bad guy, he’s just the guy. Derek goes to school two hours from here whereas Keith is at the same school as me. It’s nice having someone close. I don’t feel so lonely all the time.
“I know it doesn’t make sense to you, but it works for us. You’re not around, and he is.”
