Note: Part 3. As always, let me know what you think of it! x
Part 3
A devistated Brock was sitting next to Reba on the couch, with his head in his hands. He felt horrible. Why did he do this? Why couldn't he be faithful boyfriend instead of the cheating boyfriend he was?! "Brock, do you want a bear?" Reba tried to joke, but she didn't even get a deadly glare of him. Instead, he said: "I'd prefer coffee." Reba just nodded and went to the kitchen. As quick as possible, she came back with two coffeecups and two cookies. She handed the coffee and a cookie to Brock, then said softly: "What happend?" Brock shrugged and said: "Nothing happened, that's the whole darn problem! Samantha wouldn't even let me in her appartment! I've been waiting in front of her appartment for two hours, but nothing happend! Nothing, absolutely nothing!" Brock's eyes started to get wet, and Reba felt sorry for him. It broke her heart to see him like this. She grabbed his hand and said: "Brock... She needs time. It's not that weird she does. She needs to think." Brock looked in Reba's eyes and said: "Why can't she tell me those thoughts? She can yell at me, hit me, I don't care. But she can't ignore me, she just can't." Reba shrugged and murmered. "I think she does though." They sat down in silence for a while, until Reba said: "Brock.. What would you've done if Kirsty would've cheaten on you?" "Kirsty would never cheat on me." Brock said firmly. "I know, I know, but what if she did? Would you be able to forgive her in a split second?" Brock shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not." Reba looked at him. "You know just as well as I do that you wouldn't. Kirsty forgave you so many times already Brock, she even stopped mentioning all the things she heard about you. You just went over her limit this time." "I know, I know. Reba.... Can't you go and talk to her? Please?" Reba shook her head. "I don't know Brock, I don't want to be your relation therapist." "But you're my friend! And you're Kirsty's friend! Please... Perhaps she will talk to you?" "Fine, fine, I'll call her. Now you should go and get some sleep. I'll call you when I've talked to her, okay?" Brock and Reba stood up and Brock hugged Reba. "Thanks a lot, Reba!".
Kirsty was happy when Reba called her. Samantha had to leave for work and Kirsty didn't want to be alone, so she was glad Reba wanted to be with her. When Reba drove to Kirsty's house, she received at textmessage. When she stopped for a traffic light, she quickly looked at it. It was from Jack. Hi honey. I'm home at seven. Wanna have dinner, I want to talk to you! x. Reba smiled and wondered what he wanted to talk about, and quickly sent back: Of course. See you at seven. Love you. x x. A little later, she arrived at Kirsty's. She rang the doorbell, and in no time, Kirsty opened the door and gave her friend a big hug. "I'm glad you wanted to come." Reba could see her eyes were still red of crying. They sat down together on the couch, with Kirsty's homemade hot chocolate and Kirsty started talking. "I know this isn't the first time Brock did this. Well, it's the first time he did something beside kissing, as far as I know. But.. You know, what hurts the most, is that it was Melissa he did it with. I know she's pretty, but.... I just don't understand why he did it. What's so wrong with me that he constantly needs to find love in another place?" Kirsty sighed and tears welled up in her eyes again. Reba put her arm around Kirsty and said: "Ther's nothing wrong with you, you idiot! I... I don't know why Brock does those things, but it can't possibly be your fault. Don't ever think that again!" Kirsty calmed down a little bit and drunk a bit of her hot chocolate. Then she said: "Reba... I'd always thought Brock liked someone else. But I never thought it was Melissa. I never thought it would be one of my best friends." Reba quietly sat down with the hot chocolate to think a little. "Kirsty... Brock has been with me this morning. He really, really is devistated. Shouldn't you talk to him?" Kirsty looked at Reba and said: "I don't think I'm able to talk to him without getting angry." "Well.. Maybe it's good if you get angry. At least then he knows how you feel about it." Kirsty nodded. "That's true."
That evening, around seven, Kirsty decided she should as Brock to come over. She needed to tell him how she felt, even if that meant they needed to take a break. She hoped that wasn't necessary though. But it all depended on what was going to happen in their conversation. When Brock was at her house –after she's called him, he'd been driving so fast that he was there in five minutes,- he could see the look on her face was serious. He was scared to hear what she was going to tell him.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere between Jack and Reba was getting colder and colder. Reba knew there was something wrong with Jack, and he refused to tell her what. During dinner –Reba'd expected something sweet and fun, but Jack had just ordered pizza,- there was this tension between them and they were barely speaking to each other. After almost fortyfive minutes, Reba'd had enough of it. "Jack, that's it! What's going on? You're barely talking to me and when I ask you something, you just answer with yes or no! What's going on?" Jack sighed and Reba could see even clearer that there was something wrong. "Jack, what is it?" She quietly whispererd. Jack grabbed her hand and said: "Reba.. I'm sorry. I... I can't do this anymore. I thought I loved you, I really did. But..I'm not ready to be as committed to someone as we are now, Reba. I'm sorry." Reba shook his hand off of hers and felt tears welling up in her eyes. She knew she'd been having doubts about their relationship lately, but this was so unexpected, it felt like a huge splash of ice cold water in her face. "Are you serious?" She stood up and grabbed her coat. Jack stood next to her and turned her around, so they faced each other. "I'm sorry Reba. I...I hope we can stay friends." Reba felt tears coming and walked out of Jack's house as fast as she could. Friends, friends... How could she possibly stay friend with him when she didn't want to be just his friend. Reba felt horrible.
In Kirsty's appartment was a huge fight going on. The argument between the two lovers was getting heavier and more painful with every word that was said. "Brock, you're being selfish! How can you expect me, to be forgiving when you keep chasing after other girls! I've been forgiving enough!" Kirsty started talking louder and louder. "Kirsty, I want to be with you! You're gorgeous, why wouldn't I be?!" "Brock! Is that all you can say about me? That I'm gorgeous? Jesus Chris, I want you to love me because you love me for who I am, not because you think I look good!" "Damn, Kirsty, I don't mean it that way, and you know that just as well as I do!" "No, I don't, Brock!" Kirsty yelled, and Brock wanted to scream something back, but Kirsty was quicker. Suprisingly calm she said: "Brock... This isn't working. We can't even talk like normal people anymore. I think we should take a little break, Brock. Or maybe a big break, I don't know. But whe can't be together right now, that's fore sure."