|41| Perfect Girlfriend

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    Hey guys!

    Did you guys notice the new cover? It was made by mahgadahling. It's really cute, right? I'm so grateful it!

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Brooke's POV

"Hold. On. You kicked him out of his own bed last night," Mya shrieked.

I nodded my head at her in response while continuing to fold my clothes. That made her laugh, very loudly might I add, as if I just said the funniest thing in the world.

    "Wait!" She quieted out of nowhere. "So did he get a new bed like he said he was going to? Or was it the same one?"

    "Well, last weekend when you were at the library, I called Jake to see if he wanted to kick it with me and he told me he was with the boys buying Cayden a new bed. So I'm assuming it was new."

"That's good news. At least he's sticking to his word." Again, I nodded at her. "So what did he do after you kicked him out?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. "I mean, he asked me if I was being serious. Then when he realized I was, he went downstairs."

"He didn't even put up a fight?"

"Nope."

    Now that I'm not in the same area as Cayden, I'm a lot more calm and levelheaded. I don't regret my decision of giving him the silent treatment. But maybe I shouldn't have kicked him out of his own room.

I mean, I really didn't want to sleep in the same bed as him. But I could have spent the night next to Cayleigh. I was just so mad.

I stopped what I was doing and looked back at Mya. I took a deep breath then loudly exhaled. "Do you think he's starting to realize what he did was fucked up? Like truly realize it?"

"I'm pretty sure he's realized that immediately after the incident," she answered.

I threw myself back on top of my bed, making myself lay down with my legs still crossed. Rubbing my hands up and down on my face, I started to groan into them.

"What's wrong," Mya asked.

"Do you think I'm being a bitch," I mumbled into them.

"Huh?"

I removed my hands from my face and sat up. Looking her dead in the eyes, I repeated myself. "Do you think I'm blowing all of this out of proportion and being a total bitch to him right now."

"No," she scoffed. Thankfully. "Hell fucking no."

She must feel strongly about her stance because she just swore. And Mya hardly ever swears. Especially compared to someone like me, who does it like every other word.

"And plus, his couch is very comfortable. I know. I've slept on it lots of times. Why? Do you think you're acting like a bitch?"

"No," I immediately shook my head. "I feel like he deserves to be treated exactly the way I've been treating him or else I wouldn't be acting this way. I just feel like other people may disagree with me."

    She put on a bewildered face. "Other people like who?"

    "I don't know. Like all those people who are just hoping and praying for my relationship to fall apart. All the people who think they could do a better job as his girlfriend."

Mya stood up from her bed and walked over to mine. Sitting down next to me, she placed her hand on my leg in a comforting way. "Brooke," she said an empathetic voice.

    "I know. I know. I'm being dramatic."

    She removed her hand from my leg and latched onto one of mines. "No, you're not. Trust me, I know. I love Theo but I'd be lying if I said dating him was the easiest thing I ever did. So I can't even imagine how hard it must be to be dating Cayden."

    I'll tell you how hard it is. It's extremely hard.

    When it's just the three of us and our small little group of friends, it's amazing. I love every second we all spend together.

    But when you bring in the rest of the world, that's when everything starts to get hectic.

    People either really hate me for no reason or really like me but in a fake way. Don't ask me which one is better.

    If I want to know how bad I look, I don't have to find a mirror. I just have to casually walk through campus, minding my own business. Someone's bound to whisper something about my appearance. And whenever I finally start to feel secure about myself or my relationship with Cayden, the gossip around campus is always there to help me think otherwise.

And that campus gossip is such an eye opener. Really, it is! I learn new things about myself everyday. Like did you know I know Hawaiian voodoo?

Fuck. At this point, I wish it was true.

    "It's just irritating, you know," I started to complain. "Why can't girls just respect the fact that he's taken? What ever happened to girl code? Is it like genetically put into certain girls' DNAs to be bitches? And why do people always feel the need to make a comment about me? I literally feel like every single person on this campus has something to say. It's annoying." I let out a deep sigh. "Up until a month ago, I didn't have a problem with anyone. Now all these girls, girls who I know nothing about and know nothing about me, just come out of the left field wanting to be my best friend or worst enemy. They all either want to sabotage my relationship or are rooting for Cayden and I to fail."

I groaned loudly in frustration. "All of that sucks. It sucks so fucking much because I really, really love Cayden," I cried. "But damn, there's only so much a person can take until they eventually crack."

And cracking is something I've been trying so hard not to do these past couple of weeks. I knew I wasn't ready for all of this. I knew I didn't have enough self confidence in me to start dating the King of DVU.

When I dated Maddox, yeah, there were girls who were attracted to him. Apparently, one of them being my best friend. But I never had to watch any girl flirtatiously approach him. I never saw any of them hanging all over him while shooting daggers at me as if they were his girlfriend and I was the side piece he was cheating on them with. I never had any of them tell their friends as I walked by how much better he could do than me. They all stayed in their own damn lane.

Except for Lucifer. But we already clarified that she's a dumb bitch.

    Unfortunately, that's not the case for my relationship with Cayden. I've never seen so many girls with so little morals in the same place, at the same time. Like, was there a groupon or something on their tuition? How'd they all end up in one place?

    Them vying for Cayden's attention, regardless of the fact that he's unavailable, isn't even the worst part. The worst part is that most of these girls only want him because they know he has the ability to make it very far in football or so they can climb the social ladder here on campus.

See, if I knew these girls liked Cayden for Cayden, it wouldn't bug me as much. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd still be pretty fucking annoyed. I just wouldn't be as annoyed as I am now. The fact that they want to be with him for everything other than how much of a great and caring guy he is, not to mention an amazing father, just pisses me off.

    So are you still mad at him or...?

    Yes! Of course I am.

"Did you just say that you love Cayden?" Mya broke me out of my train of thought.

I pulled my hand out of hers, shocked by her question. It only just hit me now what I admitted to her. I haven't told anybody that. I didn't even realize I actually said those words until just now. I was just rambling.

"What?" She spoke to me with caution in her tone. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied, trying to keep my cool.

    I don't know why it's so hard for me to admit this to Mya. It's Mya. She's my best friend. I can tell her anything.

"We both know it's not nothing. So why don't you save me the hassle in having to drill it out of you and just tell me."

I rolled my eyes at her while also thinking of a way to change the subject. Maybe I can distract her with something. Or talk about—

"Brooke."

I groaned at her. "Fine. Yes, I love Cayden. I know it's too early for me to be feeling this way so you don't have to lecture me."

She gave me a pointed look. "First off, I'd never tell you how you should and shouldn't feel about someone or something. Secondly, I don't think it's too early at all to be in love with him. There's no such thing as time when it comes to love. Some people fall in love with someone after five months of knowing them. Others fall in love with someone after five minutes of knowing them. Every relationship is different. It all depends on the people who's in it," she shrugged. "And also, I've seen how he interacts with you. He's always making sure you're okay. Doesn't let you lift a finger. Kisses you out of nowhere. He treats you like his queen. I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that he feels the exact same way as you do."

As usual, Mya's right. There is no time limit on love and no one love is the same as another. She's also right about how Cayden treats me. I know he was an asshole last weekend, but that doesn't mean I should discredit all the times he was a great boyfriend to me before then.

"So you do think I'm being a bitch to him," I teased.

"Yeah. Totally," she teased back while pushing my shoulder. "Does Cayden know about all the things you've been going through?" I shook my head at her. "You should really tell him. Communication is key. Especially in a very public relationship, which sadly yours happens to be. I'm sure tackling all of your 'insecurities', as you put it, would be a lot easier to do with him by your side."

    "You're right," I uttered.

    "I know I am," she smiled smugly. "But for real, Brooke. I know first hand how hard it is, but you shouldn't listen to what people have to say. None of it matters."

"I know it doesn't. I'm just tired of people acting like I'm doing such a terrible job in my own relationship and that if they had to chance to be, they'd be the perfect girlfriend for him."

    She grabbed back onto my hand again and started to comfortably rub her thumb back and forth on my palm. "Brooke, even if there was a girl capable of being a perfect girlfriend," she responded, "not just to him but to any guy, there still wouldn't be any girl out there who could be a better mother for Cayleigh. And that's why you will always beat out all those other girls for his attention. That is why he'll always choose you."

    That should have made me feel better. But it didn't.

I don't want Cayden to be with me because of my relationship with Cayleigh. I want him to be with me because he wants me to be the one by his side in both his good and bad times. Because he wants me to be the one who lifts him up when he's feeling down. Because he wants me to be the one who he comes home to at the end of the day.

That's why I want Cayden to choose me.

    As if reading my mind, she began to talk again. "I'm not saying that Cayleigh's the only reason why he wants to be with you. But she is one of the most important reasons why. He loves Cayleigh so much and will do anything to make her happy, as he should. And we both know, you're the only woman that little girl will ever be happy with."

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Cayden's POV

"How come mommy doesn't sleep at home all the time anymore," Cayleigh asked me while I helped her get dressed for school.

Not wanting to lie to her, I told her the truth. "Daddy hurt mommy's feelings very badly. So she's pretty upset with me right now."

"What did you do?" She spoke to me innocently, making me feel relieved that she wasn't picking a side. I know some kids do, pick sides that is, when they're parents fight. Especially when it's obvious who's wrong, which in this case is clearly me.

Again, trying to be as truthful as possible while also trying to keep it G rated, I told her, "She told me about something and I didn't believe her."

And she also found another girl's underwear in her drawer. But I'll leave that part out for now.

"Why didn't you believe her?"

"Because Daddy is a dummy." Cayleigh began to crack up laughing. "Hey! You're supposed to say, 'No, you're not, Daddy!'"

"But you didn't believe mommy. And mommy said she's always right. So you are a...dummy." She whispered the last part making me laugh right along with her.

"I know. I know." I picked her up and placed her on my hip. I subtly shook my head not believing that  I'm about to ask my four year old for advice. But on the bright side, I do have a genius for a daughter. "What do you think Daddy should do?"

"Did you say sorry?"

"Yes. But sometimes sorry isn't enough."

"Did you tell her sorry again?"

"Yes. But—" I cut myself off. I didn't want to tell her that Brooke wasn't talking to me at the moment. Just in case she decides to do the same thing when I make her mad. I already had to go through that once when she was upset that Brooke was out from work sick.

"How about you tell her sorry one more time. And then some more times until she forgives you," Cayleigh began to advise. "And maybe you can buy her french fries. Mommy loves french fries."

"Okay, baby," I laughed. "Good idea. I'll do that!"

That's exactly what I was going to do. I was going to tell her sorry over and over again until she listened. And if that didn't work, I'd run over to McDonalds at lunch time and buy her some fries. Then continue to tell her sorry again.

Why not take Cayleigh's advice? Everything else I tried hasn't worked.

I dropped Cayleigh off at school then quickly drove to Brooke's dorm. After parking my car, I rushed to the entrance of the building just as a girl was making her way out. Squeezing in behind her, I ran up the stairs, two at a time, and made my way to Brooke and Mya's room.

I twisted the doorknob, thankful to find it unlocked. Due to the very thick curtains, ones that I'm positive we're bought by Brooke, I was greeted by a dark room. I could still make out what everything was around me but not as clearly as I could with the lights turned on.

    And hell no was I going to turn those on and risking the definite possibility of pissing Brooke off more when I woke her up. If she's still sleeping, think I'll just wait at her desk until she gets up.

Like a fucking creep?

What? If she's not already up, she should be getting up soon.

The first thing that came into view was Mya's bed. It was neatly made, looking like it wasn't even slept in. As far as I could tell, there was no indication that Mya was ever here. Maybe she already left.

When I turned to Brooke's side of the room, I stopped in my tracks.

I began to feel my heart fall apart, piece by piece. My heartbeat started to become erratic. It even started to get harder and harder to catch my breath. I'm pretty sure if I wasn't still holding on the doorknob, I would've already loss my balance and fell to the floor.

So this is what heartbreak feels like, huh?

There, on Brooke's bed, laid her sleeping body. She was curled up on her side, covered by a blanket from her neck down with her face hiding in her cascading hair and the chest of the guy I considered my brother for the past 16 years.

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