“Why?” I asked him when no one else was in earshot.
“Why, what?” he asked, also looking around to make sure no one could hear me, including his bimbo girlfriend.
“Why are you doing this? Leaving me?” I waved my hand around. “Leaving us?”
He looked at me and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m a man, Ava. Until you grow up, you won’t understand this, but I need to make my own way.”
Tears immediately sprung to my eyes. My emotions were all over the place: hurt that he saw me as a child, sorrow because he was leaving, and anger because he just didn’t get it.
Then he hugged me.
“Someday, you’ll understand, okay? I’ll be back.”
You’ll be back for me, I thought.For me.
I prayed for Luke Lane every night. I prayed for his safety. I prayed for his return. I prayed for his love. God knew he was made for me, and so did I. That was all that mattered.
He came home on leave in time for graduation. His brother Jackson, Harper, his cousin Liam, and I all graduated that year. A few days after graduation, there was a party celebrating his safe return. And like every time he came home, there was a girl waiting. She was not me. She was physically my opposite: tall, big boobs, and red hair. I am short and dark-haired with less than average sized breasts and an ass that brings attention that I’m undetermined whether I like or not.
Alexis was also a complete bitch. Bitches come in droves, so that bitch brought her mini-bitches. The mini-bitches and queen bitch ate, drank, and were merry. They clearly enjoyed their time poolside, strutting around with their plastic personalities and plastic-enhanced body parts.
I overheard a conversation they had about how hot he was and “obviously he could do better than being a soldier in the Army because his family clearly could afford to send him to college.”
It happened to be a day when I was liking the size of my ass. I had snuck a few drinks and decided to go plant my butt amongst the bitches.
“I’m Ava.” I smiled nice and big, getting comfortable. They all clammed up. “So, I heard you talking shit about Luke.”
They gasped and vice bitch, the one closest to Alexis, rolled her eyes. “We were just saying he could do better.” She waved her hand about. “I mean, look at this place. It’s not like he has no other options. Clearly, he could take better care of Alexis if he just worked for his family.”
I pulled my shades down and looked over at them. “He’s busy taking care of a country. And what exactly is she doing? No, never mind, I heard. She quit school.”
“So she could be available for him,” vice bitch snapped.
“Then what does she do the other eleven months out of the year? Sit around and bitch to you guys about needing a man to take care of her?” I hold my hand up. “Never mind. Don’t give a shit. You’re all trifling ass bitches, anyway.”
“And who the hell are you?” one of them gasped. “Some teenage trust fund baby?”
“No, bitch. I’m going to be a woman who will make damn sure I can take care of myself and my man. The only sucking off him I’ll be doing is—”
“Ava, I need your help,” Harper said, grabbing my arm and yanking me up.
“But—”
“Now.”
“Bitches,” I grumbled as I walked away.
“Fat ass,” one said behind me.
I tried to yank my arm away as I turned around. “Your boyfriend liked it.”
“Ava,” Harper snapped, pulling me into the garage.
“What a bunch of cu—”
“You’re loaded,” Harper gasped.
“So?” I huffed. “At least I’m not a cu—”