Tips on Having a Gay (Ex) Boyfriend by Carrie Jones

I slid off his back, watching, wondering what to do.

Tom and Shawn Card hauled him off, yanked him by the arms and bullied him next to the truck, trapping him, cornering him like you do with a wild dog that smells meat and is scared and tastes blood in his mouth. I was a blank slate, a white piece of paper, an unstrummed guitar, background music. I didn’t feel anything, not scared, not worried. I just clung onto his back like a stupid first grader, shouting at him to leave Hannah alone. I jumped on Eddie Caron’s back and tried to make him stop but I couldn’t because he was too strong. I screamed and handed my gig bag to Em who would keep it safe. Never in my whole life could I have imagined Eddie Caron beating up a girl. He’s always been big, ever since kindergarten when I used to share my Oreos with him and he’d give me a piece of his beef jerky. She looked so little and Eddie is so big. Everyone started running over to see what was happening because she and Ashleigh were screaming and only wearing bras, which got all the guys interested and then Eddie Caron was just hauling into her, slapping her and kicking her. He yanked her out and her skinny, little body fell onto the parking lot. Dylan called him a cretin.īut all that ended when Eddie rushed out to his truck after school that day and saw Hannah with her tongue down Ashleigh Martel’s throat. But, I always thought it was sweet of Eddie to take care of Hannah like that, to always open doors and give her flowers. “You don’t even get a lunch tray,” he said and then he tickled me and then I tickled him back and that was that.

I’d tease Dylan about how much better Eddie treated Hannah than Dylan treated me.ĭylan had raised his eyebrows and said, “You want me to carry your lunch tray? That’s so fifth grade.” Eddie had been totally in love with Hannah, always holding her tiny, little hand when they walked down the hall, even carrying her books and her lunch tray, completely spoiling her. I remember when Eddie Caron caught his girlfriend, Hannah Trudeau, in his truck the first week of junior year. “What will I do when I see him?” I ask Emily. Then I throw in my pack, take out the stuff I need, and I go. At peas? I yank off the bumper sticker, crumple it, and hand it off to Em who knows better than to say anything. So I slam my jacket in my locker right next to Dylan’s sweatshirt, right above the bumper sticker that Dylan gave me that says “GIVE PEAS A CHANCE.” The world seems to swirl and I’m so mad but I don’t know at what.

Tips on Having a Gay (Ex) Boyfriend by Carrie Jones