Ben shook his head with an ironic grin. “Only you, Stella. You’re like a fucking unicorn.”
“Hey,” Lexi protested and slapped his chest playfully, “and what am I?” She had her hands on her hips, her large eyes imploring his. It was just like I thought it would be. With zero reluctance from Lexi, due to Ben’s irresistible charm, they got together the minute Lexi got to Austin. And they were perfect for each other.
“Oh, baby,” he said as he cradled the sides of her face, “you’re my muse.”
Though happy for Lexi, I hated being so close to them. They had the warmth that was taken from me. As far as I was concerned, it was the coldest August in the history of Texas.
The cycle lasted about a week. Lexi got me drunk. Held my hand while I talked, and held my head while I threw up. Ben had the unfortunate luck of watching it unfold, too, due to his inability to stay away from Lexi, but I didn’t give a damn. I let myself bleed freely.
I’d only worked two shifts at the restaurant while Paige watched me like a hawk before I irresponsibly threw down my apron and told Leslie I quit. I refused to speak to Paige. She would never get the chance to say I told you so, just like I wouldn’t be able to with Reid.
In a matter of months, everything had changed between the three of us. A split-second decision to walk toward fire, while I was already engulfed in my own flames. I’d never felt that way about anyone and knew it could never happen again. He was my once . . . Reid was my once.
I went through the days in a blur. Ben was over constantly, usually wearing his Home Depot vest after a long day in the lumber department, and entertaining Lexi on our couch while I holed up in my room, staring out the window or walking around our complex, battling insomnia.
I had no words. I hadn’t listened to a single song that I wasn’t forced to at a gas station or a grocery store, which was detrimental to my writing. I had no words if there was no music. And he took it.
Reid took it.
Still, I’d finished enough new articles in my time at Paige’s and Reid’s, along with some old drafts I re-edited and considered print worthy. Without second-guessing myself, I sent them to Nate via email the morning our internet was connected. School was starting in a week and was my only saving grace while I was forced to witness Lexi and Ben’s beginning while I lived through my ending.
I existed before Reid, lived through loving him, and was left to exist again while knowing what living felt like.
“What are you going to do with them?” Ben asked, dragging me out of my stupor as I stared at the box. I could still smell the Irish Spring.
“I’m not doing anything with it.”
Ben furrowed his brows. “Sell them? Well, there’s about six grand in that box.”
“Six GRAND!” Lexi said, clapping her hands before I stopped her with a look.
She read my decision easily. “Oh, hell no, Stella! No. NO!”
I looked to Ben, who caught on just as quickly. “Hell no, after what he did?”
I held Ben’s gaze, mustering up the strength to get my verdict out. But it didn’t matter. The tears were already streaking my cheeks. “You know exactly who these belong to.”
“No,” Ben said, as if he had any say in the matter. He stood, arms crossed, as Lexi backed him up.
“Stop it,” I snapped. My words echoed Reid’s, which only cut me deeper. “You don’t ever turn your back on him, Ben, do you hear me? Ever. You said it yourself. You didn’t have the life he has. He’s in hell. He needs help and refuses to take it, but that doesn’t make it any less hot. You either take these to him or I’ll ship them.”
“Stella, he just left you. Cold as fuck. Cold as I’ve ever seen him. I watched it,” Ben said in a low voice.
I felt my face heat at the hard truth but pressed on. “Ben, I don’t deserve your loyalty, yet. You know him better than anyone else.”
He nodded.
“Then you know he did what he thought was the right thing. And you know those belong to him. He needs them, Ben.”
We stood silent a moment before Ben nodded. “You’re right.”
“I know I’m right.”
“No reason to get cocky.” He winked. “But that’s my girl.”
Lexi stared between us. “Neither of you is right,” she said. “God, Stella, this could pay a year’s rent!”
Even though Lexi knew the story, there really was no way for her to understand. We lived like queens compared to what Reid and I dealt with. And he’d done it a lot longer. Anyone that had never really gone without couldn’t truly understand that kind of poverty. How it robs your soul and warps your mind to believe the worst. Bearing witness to it and sympathizing isn’t living it. Even in the state I was in, some part of me recognized that I was too enamored, too blinded by love, that I didn’t see the reality, even when it was written all over everyone else’s face, especially Reid’s. And love wasn’t enough to stop the dimming light in his eyes or the defeat in his heart.
“Don’t give up on him,” I whispered to Ben, who held my gaze. “I promise you he’ll surprise you.”
Though I wasn’t sure I believed my words at that point, I begged Ben to believe me.
“I’m going to see him at his parents’ this weekend—”
I held up my hand as my heart raced. “Just tell them they were delivered to his apartment and the manager called Paige. Okay? He won’t take them if he knows they’re from me.”
“He’s not stupid, Stella.”
“Please, Ben. Please,” I said as more tears fell. “Convince him.”
Ben nodded. “And what if he asks about you?”
Would he even bother? I would never get over the look on his face the last time I saw him. As if he was completely void of feeling. A wall of anger mixed with a promise that had nothing to do with me.
“Tell him I’m mad. He’ll believe that. Tell him I won’t shut up about what an asshole he is. He thinks . . .” I croaked as I hung my head with a shaky breath. “He probably thinks I was just some kid with a crush.”
“That’s all fine and dandy, Stella, except you stopped talking, you don’t fucking eat, and you never sleep,” Ben said as he looked me over.
“Lie, Ben. And do a good job of it, okay? Everyone warned me. Everyone, including Reid. I’m the one who pushed us together. This isn’t his fault. He’s probably already forgotten about me.” I walked down the hall and shut my bedroom door.
Numb
U2
Heartache has the most annoying sound. It’s an echo. An echo of heartbeats stuck on a loop. But the good news was there was always a new sound to take its place. And I spent my days searching for it. After Ben returned from Nacogdoches, less one set of Ferrari drums, I forced myself to start searching for a new sound. I wanted out of the loop. I wanted to forget about my shitty three-month start in Austin, my sister, and the man who exiled himself from my life.
I got a job . . . as a waitress. Because short hours and good money were the only solutions when you had a full semester of credits to earn, which I did.
And as I walked through campus my first day at UT, a calm settled over me. It was the one thing that had gone according to plan. I felt safe. Even if Reid said it was an illusion.
I had to forgive music, and so I went all in.
My iPod was filled with nothing but aggression, and I stomped across campus on a mission.
I delivered frothy beers at the infamous Maggie Mae’s on 6th, killing two birds with one stone. I got to hear live music from the up and coming while I made money. It made sense. Everything was coming together, except for the jagged pieces of myself that rattled around in my chest like a noisy piece of costume jewelry.
Nate emailed me with good feedback on my columns and set up a date for us to meet at Speak to discuss my future.
He kept it professional, and I breathed out a sigh of relief when I wasn’t pressed for more.
Fall began despite the clinging summer temperatures.
Football season arrived, which meant better tips.
And Lexi and Ben fell in love.
Though I was powering through my life as planned, I was still in love with Reid Crowne.