Why Did It Have To Be You?

“Where is Brian?” Jenny looks around like she is expecting him to be here. I don’t want her to know I am here alone with Dean, so I quickly say “Oh he just went to grab the car. I was just about to call him. I’ll see you later.”

I wave at Dean. He is looking at me confused, but he probably doesn’t know what to say so he just lets me continue. I glance over to Jenny. “It was nice to meet you.” I walk away as fast as I can and call an Uber.

My driver pulls up pretty quick since this is a popular area, and I get in the back seat. As the car starts driving back towards Dean’s house, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes.

I try to stop them, but a few tears stream down my face. I really thought I could trust Dean. I should have known better. When things seem too good to be true, they usually are.

I try to think of what I am going to do once I get back to Dean’s place. I have my overnight bag packed. I could just grab it and head over to Ally’s, but I haven’t talked to Brian yet.

I feel like me saying “Hey, I know you cheated on me. See ya!” isn’t exactly going to cut it. I guess I could break up with Brian and pack all my stuff up to bring over to Ally’s, but that will allow enough time for Dean to get home, and somehow I don’t think he’ll just let me walk out the door without talking. Ugh!

The house is about 20 minutes away, so I decide to just text Brian that way he can kind of anticipate what is going to happen.

Me: We need to talk. I’ll be home in about 20 minutes.

Brian: Okay.

???

My Uber pulls up to the house, and I get out and start walking toward the front door. Just when I reach the door, I see Dean’s car pull into the driveway. He must’ve left right after me if he is already back.

I reach my hand in my purse trying to find my keys. Dean doesn’t even pull into his garage, and he is out of the car so fast I don’t even have time to get the door open.

“Caroline! Wait! Let me explain.” I can hear Dean running toward the door.

I finally get the door unlocked and push it open as I call over my shoulder. “I don't want to talk to you.”

It’s too late through. Dean has caught up to me and grabs my elbow gently. “Please, let me explain.”

My anger gets to the level that it is outweighing my rational side. I turn to him and throw my hands up in the air. “Explain what! That you have a wife? That that wife is Brian’s mom?” I let out a frustrated scream with my mouth closed. “It doesn’t matter anyway! This was never going to work. It’s too complicated!”

Dean quiets his voice trying to calm me down. “Caroline...please. It’s not what it looks like. Just give me a second to get this straightened out. I don’t want to lose you.”

He reaches out and rubs his hand up my arm. I want to pull away, but I also never want him to stop touching me. I don’t have time to decide because just then Brian opens his bedroom door and starts walking down the stairs.

“What’s going on down here? And why is my mom mad at me for not coming to say hi at the fair to introduce my girlfr-.” Brian stops mid-sentence and looks to where his dad has his hand on me. He just stares for a moment and then says, “Did you guys go to the fair together?”

There is accusation in his voice and even though he has no right to be mad after what he did, I still don’t want him to know.

Dean looks over to Brian and stenly says “Brian, can you give us just a minute.”

Brian just scoffs. “Why would you need a minute with my girlfriend? What is going on here?” Brian’s voice is raised higher than when he first came down.

I look between the two of them and am about to say something when Dean starts talking again. “Brian, we just need a minute. Why don’t you go back to your room and ignore Caroline and hit up Maddison. Isn’t that what you usually do anyway?”

My mouth drops open. I cannot believe he just said that. I need to stop whatever is going on here before it gets worse. I turn to Dean. “Mind your own business Dean.” I grit out with my teeth clenched together.

Dean is pissed. His face is getting redder and his eyes are so dark, it is almost scary, but he doesn’t back off. “No. I need to talk to you.”

Brian buts in again “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Dean turns towards him again. “I don’t know Brian. Why don’t you tell us what you were up to on Caroline’s birthday? Or better yet. How about on Friday?”

Brian looks confused. “Her birthday? We weren’t even staying here on her birthday.”

He completely ignored what Dean was insinuating, which seems to make Dean even angier.

“I wouldn’t need a minute alone with her if you could just keep your dick in your pants!”