I let out a deep breath and turn to the bathroom. I don’t turn the water on until I hear him close the front door behind him. Then I let out the tears.
It’s late and dark when I’m woken by the buzzing sound of the walkie-talkie.
Jace? I rub my eyes and look over to my windowsill. I hear something coming through. Is he trying to talk to me? I check my phone; it’s after midnight.
I move to my window and open the curtains, trying to see over to his room, but it’s dark. Maybe my walkie-talkie is picking up someone else talking? The sounds coming through aren’t clear. But then I hear a moan and “oh yeah.”
That voice is clearly Jace’s. Is he jerking off in his room and broadcasting it to me? That’s not how I thought he would want to talk to me again, but I’ll pay along if it means he’s talking to me. I bring the walkie-talkie up to my mouth…
“Oh, Britney,” he says, and I freeze, looking down at it in my hand. He…what? Britney. I look over to his room. The blind is clearly open, but it’s dark in there. I can’t see anything. My nose is pressed so close to the glass of my window, I can feel the chill in the air outside.
Suddenly, his room lights up, and I see him standing fully naked at the end of his bed, his hand is wrapped around hair. The hair is attached to the girl on his bed on all fours, sucking on his cock.
Britney Montlake.
His eyes meet mine, and I feel like I’ve been slapped as I shuffle back in shock. I watch as he moves his hand closer to where her mouth is wrapped around his hard length. She is bobbing up and down, and his hips move in time.
Slurping sounds come through on my end, and I throw the walkie-talkie across my room like it burned me.
“Oh, god, Britney.”
The sound echoes around my room as I scramble down to stop it before my dad walks in to see what’s happening. When I threw it, the volume dial must have increased to max.
All I can hear is them…
“Just like that, god, you know how I like it.”
I want to vomit.
Why? Why would he do that? To get back at me over the kiss?
I close my curtains and rip the batteries out of the walkie- talkie. I never want to use them again. He has tarnished something that held such great memories from our childhood.
I hate Jace Montero.