Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

Layton snarled his lip and grabbed his water. “Don’t need the visual, thank you very much.” He took a drink and looked around. “I bet it was though. Whitley was driving me fucking crazy with the way she was dancing.”

I let out a chuckle. “Just don’t tell Whitley.”

Layton nodded his head as Whitley said, “Don’t tell Whitley what?”

Both Layton and I snapped our heads up. One look at Courtney’s face, and I knew I was in trouble.

I think I see our first fight as a married couple coming on.

“Reed! You didn’t tell him, did you?” Courtney gasped.

“Um…” I looked at Layton for a little bit of help.

He just sat there, smiling.

Oh, you bastard. You wait.

Whitley sat down next to Layton and looked around. “What’s going on?”

Courtney sat down, and she glared at me and then Layton. For a second there, I was pretty sure I saw fear in Layton’s eyes.

“Hello? Will someone tell me what in the hell is going on that I don’t know about?”

“Reed and Court here…”

I pointed at Layton. “Don’t do it, Layton. We’re best friends. We share a common bond. Dude, really?”

Layton looked at Whitley, who shot him an innocent, sweet smile.

“Don’t look at her smile! Don’t look into her eyes!” I shouted.

Courtney hit me on the shoulder and whispered, “I can’t believe you told him! He’s going to tell her first before I get the chance to rub it in!”

Rub it in? My mouth dropped open. “You used me? You used me to get back at Whitley. I feel so…so dirty now.” I stared at her in shock.

She looked at me and smiled. “No, I didn’t use you, not really. I mean…pesh…please. You enjoyed it.”

“Someone tell me what in the hell we are talking about,” Whitley said as she slammed her hand down on the table.

Layton was just about to tell Whitley when he yelled out, “Ouch! What the fuck? You kicked me, Courtney?”

She put both hands on the table and looked at Layton. “Listen here, cowboy. I warned you…don’t mess with me. You will not take this away from me. You got that?”

Layton shut his mouth and held up both hands.

Courtney turned and looked at Whitley. “So, missy, sex in Layton’s truck, huh?”

Whitley’s eyes widened. “Did you see us?”

Courtney was stunned for a second as was I.

Then, Court tilted her head and asked, “How many times have y’all had sex in Layton’s truck?”

Whitley’s face turned red. “Um…” She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t know. Four maybe?”

“Four? Where? Besides the first time when Reed caught y’all in the dirty little act, and you never told me about it.”

I placed my head in my hands and mumbled, “Oh, this is not going to turn out well for me. I just know it.”