The news of the divorce hit him hard.
And when his mother called earlier today that the papers had gone through it hit him harder.
She was no longer Audra Torres, but now Audra Heritz. That last name was so strange to him but as she had let Omar adopt him when the marriage was filed he had kept the last name Torres. It was his own decision if he was to change it but he had no desire, as that is his dad.
He did feel this urge in him to seek out his biological father. He knew where he lived and had his number, as a few times his bio dad had tried to contact him. But what was the point of that? He lived his whole life without the presence of Luis and having him in his life now served no purpose. What was he even thinking?
Becky noticed a slight shift in his mood after the phone call but she didn't push with the questions, as she knew he wanted to enjoy the break. It was the fourth day in for the spring break and it was hectic.
The second night they had spent time on the beach sober but last night they had both attended the concert in the evening and found himself drinking while Becky just watched. Tonight would be the same, as he needed to forget about his family issues at the moment.
He was in college and was going to party with his ridiculously hot girlfriend.
"Are you sure you want to go, baby?" Becky asked him once more as they stood outside the beach house. Their friends were already ahead of them but Becky wanted to make sure he was up for it. Her hands flattened down his tank top as he explained that he was okay.
"I just want to enjoy the night with you, and that's what we'll do." Adam kissed her forehead with such gentility it made Becky's knees buck. "I love you." He whispered to her.
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Will glanced around the beach as he looked for any sight of his friends.
Only person he found was Becky- and he found himself smile just a little that it was she.
Sure, he told her the feelings weren't there but it wasn't a complete lie. He didn't feel as strongly about her but she's changed from that oblivious, religious girl he met freshmen year to this mature, strong, well-rounded woman. Of course she still expressed her views and lived by those morals, but she was more open-minded to activities college students committed.
She was lost in her world as she danced to the music and he felt himself crave her, as he always did. She was so attractive and most guys agreed that Adam was lucky. She was so tall and her long legs were beyond obvious in the short shorts she wore. The small crop top brought attention to her flat stomach and he just imagined what was under the shirt.
Not much was needed as Adam's old hastygram picture had shown her boobs.
Adam being here made it more obvious that Becky was head over heels for the guy. But Will was drunk and couldn't resist approaching her.
Becky was lost in thought, as she had drunk along Adam. She felt safe with him near her and knew drinking wasn't the most Christian behavior but as she had let herself explore all these activities the three years she's been at college. She enjoyed it and just because she drank didn't mean her whole religious belief was lost—Adam taught her that.
She soon felt hands on her hips and quickly assumed it was her boyfriend who had come back from the bathroom. No words were exchanged as she grinded up against him.
Will was in ecstasy as Becky seemed oblivious to who it was. They were both drunk and Becky would lose herself whenever she was at such state while Will would be lose any form of self control.
Adam grabbed a beer and grinned as he looked out at the crowd. The night was crazy as everyone was drunk and/or high. He was tempted to get some E as the music was intense and he heard that having sex on E was something worth doing at least once.
Having this thought, he remembered his girlfriend was waiting for him. He found her after a few minutes and was angry at the sight. She was against Will and she seemed to be clueless to who it was as her eyes were closed.
Becky felt a hand soon on her breast and that's when her eyes opened. She saw Adam approaching from just a few feet away and her eyes went wide, who was touching her?
She pushed away and looked back to see Will standing behind her. She was about to shout at him but Adam beat her to it.
"What the hell?" He was furious as he saw the scene unfold, "Becky?" He looked at her with pain in his eyes, feeling betrayed.
"Baby, I swear I thought it was you!" She shouted and stepped closer to him, feeling violated from the mere touch of Will's hand. She blinked various times to hold back tears as she never wanted such touch from any other man.
Adam could tell by the look on her face and the smug grin on Will's that she was telling the truth. "Fuck you." Adam gave Will the bird as he knew aiding Becky was more important than beating a guy to a pulp, that would come after.
Walking away from the scene, Adam ran his hands down Becky's side as if checking for any injuries. "Are you okay?" He looked her over and she pulled him near.
"I thought it was you, Adam. Oh my goodness, why would he even—who does that?" She had trusted Will the whole time they were friends and then he wanted to take advantage of her drunken state.
Adam ran his hands along her bare waist as he held her. "He's an asshole. Don't speak to him anymore." She didn't hesitate to nod.
There was a huge relief as she continued to feel his arms around her. He would always keep her safe-no matter what.
