Free The Boy Who Knew Me When (From Boys to men Trilogy) by J.L. Bostick

left the message on his voice mail he called me back. “I miss you sweetheart. Sorry I just left you like that. I regretted it the second I climbed into my truck.” I beamed, happy to hear his voice, even more happy to hear the regret which showed me how much he cared.
    “Well, don’t let it happen again, mister!” I teased and he laughed. “Seriously, I woke up wanting you like I have never wanted anything in my entire life. It royally sucked to find a note in your place. Are you in San Juan with your grandmother?”
    “Yeah, she’s not been feeling too well and ended up in the hospital for a few days. I had to come out and help find someone to take care of her when I’m not around. I had a friend that was supposed to do it for me but that didn’t work out as planned.”
      It was nice to hear that he was still the same Julian that I remembered. Loving and caring, always considering the well-being of the people he cared about. I was hoping to spend the rest of the weekend before classes started getting to know him better.
    “When are you supposed to be back?” Suddenly I felt like a needy, nosy girlfriend. Considering the fact that I was not his girlfriend made me feel like an idiot and I immediately wanted to retract the question.
    “Sunday evening but I am going to be pretty tired when I get back. I was hoping we could meet up Monday after classes were over. Do you have your schedule yet?” I nodded even though he couldn’t exactly see me.
    “I think my last class ends at three on Monday,” I said. “Want to have dinner?” Please say yes, I hoped.
    “Sounds like a plan sweetheart. I’ll be thinking about you the whole time I am gone, that is a promise.”
      I beamed as we both agreed to meeting at six for dinner giving us both enough time for what was sure to be a much needed nap and a shower after a long first day of classes.
     
      When I finally managed to leave my bedroom that Saturday afternoon I found Brea on the couch crying sitting in the middle of half a box of used Kleenex.
    “Brea, what is wrong sweetie?”
      She sniffled a few times before breaking out into a hysterical tear filled rant.
    “He broke up with me, that stupid big long arm son of a bitch actually broke up with ME . Nobody has ever broken up with me.” she paused to bury her nose into a tissue.
    “Um, I’m so sorry Brea. I didn’t know you cared about him so much.”
      She wailed out a cry, blubbering she continued “I didn’t think I did, I mean, I don’t Jem, I just...he was...he was nice to me. Or so I thought he was. Turns out he was screwing Rebecca Warner, remember her?” I could not say I had a clue who she was talking about.
    “You know, Jemma!” she shouted hysterically. “That fugly, flat-chested cow that works at Coffee Bean, the one that always forgets the fucking whipped cream. Who the fuck forgets the whipped cream on a gawd damn iced blended mocha? That’s the best fucking part!”
      I could tell by her overabundance of the word “fuck,” that (typical Brea) she was quickly turning from upset to royally pissed off. I opened my mouth to try and calm her down and also reassure her that I knew who Rebecca was. Unfortunately I couldn’t get a word in before she jumped up off the couch knocking the used tissues that had been blanketing her lap into the floor.
    “FUUUUCK!” she screamed. “Gawd damn fucking boys! I am so sick of fucking boys. I came to college hoping to find a MAN and instead I end up with a prepubescent moron who just so happens to have a big dick.” she paused and then sat back down on the couch where I joined her.
    “Damn it, Jem, he really knew how to use that thing.” she calmly exclaimed blowing a stray hair off of her nose. Thank goodness she was starting to calm down. I had never seen Brea lose it over a guy before.
    “So, what exactly are you pissed about if you didn’t actually like him?” I asked curiously watching as her eyes doubled in size looking at me