Breaking Up with Tyler Greene
Chapter 1: Of Why It Had To End

October 9, 2005

"Listen, Becky, baby, I'll fess up. I'm a cheat."

She frowned and crossed her arms. "I thought you were better than that."

"Come on, baby, it was too hard t' resist." His hair flopped in his face, the unkempt bangs covering his droopy eyes. "It was just so easy with you not payin' attention and everythin'."

"Tyler Greene," she scolded. "And I thought I knew you!"

"You do, baby, but you just made it too easy this time."

"This time?" she jumped back and her mouth dropped in shock. "How many other times have there been?"

He chuckled, his brown eyes sparkling as he dove toward her and wrapped his strong arms around her. He leaned in close, his nose touching hers and snarled, "You'd bettah close that pretty li'l mouth o' yo's or somethin's gonna 'appen to it."

She laughed and opened her mouth wider. "Yeah, like what?"

"Like this." And he leaned forward, his lips finding hers easily. She relaxed underneath him, her hands falling limp at her sides. A small moan escaped her lips as she leaned her head back to catch her breath.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "And that's supposed to teach me to keep my mouth closed how?"

"Nah, jus' means you ain't that keen t' know how I'm a cheat." He gave her a sly wink.

She pursed her lips, but could barely hide her smile. "Secret is that I cheated too."

"Nah, ya didn't!" he glared at her.

She shrugged innocently.

"Nah," he groaned with a grin, "Nah!"

She pointed at the chess board with a maniacal grin. "Checkmate."

November 18, 2005

"Glad you guys could make it!" Chad Montana waved Becky and Tyler through the door and hurriedly shut the cold out behind them. "Took you long enough to show your pretty faces." He turned to the bar and handed them two bottles of beer. "Drink up. It's cold out."

Tyler gave Becky a peck on the cheek. "I'm gonna talk t' my man Montana fo' a bit. You catch up wit' yo' li'l dolls. I'll catch up in a min."

Becky squeezed his shoulder with her free hand and took a sip of the cold beer with the other. "Don't be long. I don't know how much gossip I can stand."

"Did I hear gossip?" Donny Carter stepped between the two.

"Donny!" Becky gave him an excited hug. She hooked her arm in his and gave Tyler a quick wink. "Well go talk to Chad already so you can hurry up and spend the night with me."

Donny patted Tyler on the shoulder. "She's in good hands."

Tyler frowned but took a long drink and walked away.

November 19, 2005

"So things are good I take it," Donny said. The two stood on the porch, their breath floating like wispy smoke before them. The party had climaxed and the milling bodies had created far too much warmth.

Becky nodded a little. She glanced through the glass door searching for Tyler. It had been almost two hours now since she had left him talking to Chad.

"Smoke?" she glanced distractedly at Donny. He had taken out a cigarette and exhaled smoke from his nose as he offered it to her.

Becky glanced again through the glass before smiling a little and accepting it. She hadn't had a smoke for two months now. She'd agreed to a bet with Tyler about who could stay away the longest. It was easy for him, she thought bitterly, he had good grades and a good family. They took care of him so well he didn't have to move a finger. He had nothing to worry about, no extracurricular activities to speak of, and life was just…good. Taking a long drag she closed her eyes and rolled the taste in her mouth. Cloudy, but comfortingly familiar.

"So tell me about this boy you drag around." Donny chuckled as she handed the cigarette back.

She shrugged. "Is there anything you don't know about him?" Donny and Tyler had been schoolmates since elementary. They had been neighbors up through high school, when Donny's parents had decided to move out of the main city and into the suburbs. Now they attended college together in the big Windy City.

"I mean, how's he treat you?"

"Good," Becky nodded. She smiled fondly at the thought of Tyler wrapping his arms around her protectively and his kisses hot on her neck. "Really good."

"Then where's he been all night?" Donny cast her a wayward glance. "It's been a while since we saw him, you know."

Becky avoided his glance and tucked her hands into her pockets. She shrugged as if it hadn't occurred to her. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

Donny chuckled as he finished the cigarette and put it out in the snow. "You've been searching for him the entire time we've been out here." He took her arm. "Come on, let's get back in there and grab another beer. It's getting nippy out here."

She laughed and punched him in the shoulder to hide her relief.


Becky found him at the bar sitting next to a gorgeous blonde. She bit her lip and held back. "Hey," she said carefully. She felt Donny watching from behind.

"Hey, yo'self," Tyler drawled.

"What happened to Montana?" She tried to sound peaceful.

"Ya know," Tyler said as he tilted his head to the side and looked at the blonde, "Tina's from Montana." He put his hand on her bare thigh, her jean skirt barely inches in length. "Ain't ya Tina."

The girl nodded vigorously, her boobs bouncing freely as she did.

Becky batted her eyelashes and tried to smile. "Is she from that Anatomy class you've told me all about?"

Tyler sneered as he downed a shot. "Nah, baby, I drew 'er in that Nude Portrait I been tellin' you 'bout. The one I been skippin' out on Anat class fo'."

Becky swallowed tightly and grabbed the shot glass beside Tyler's newly emptied one. She threw it back and slammed the glass down. "Nice to meet you, Tina," she forced, "I hope you can keep up the posing."


"I need another drink," she grumbled.

Donny frowned. "Becky, you've had too much."

She glared at him. "I want another shot."

He took her hand. "Come on, let's get you some water and fresh air."

"Gimme a smoke?" her speech had started to slur. She gripped his hand desperately to maintain her balance. "Jus' a li'l one."

"Jesus, you even sound like him when you're drunk."

"Nah," she said, but giggled when she heard herself. "A li'l, maybe li'l."

"Try a lot."

"A lot," she mumbled as he sat her on the couch. "Not that 'ard to say."

Donny shook his head. "Just stay put for a second." He left to find water.

Becky turned to the man sitting next to her. "Wha's your name?" she murmured.


"Mmm," she moaned, "I missed you." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Where you been all night? Tha' girly give you some trouble?"

"Uh…I think you have the wrong person." Taylor tried to pull his arm away.

"Nah, stay here a li'l while." She grabbed at his shirt sleeve. "Don' be embarrassed," she mumbled, "It's jus' me af'er all, yo'r girly."

"Lady," Taylor tried to ply her hands off. "You really have the wrong guy."

Becky narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose. "Lady? My name isn't Lady, you even forgot yo'r girly's name?"

Donny grabbed her hand before she could slap Taylor. "Sorry, dude, she's had a few too many." Taylor smiled tightly and quickly left. "Becky, what the hell are you doing?" he pushed her upright and sat next to her. "Here, drink this." He tipped a cup of water into her mouth.

"Where'd Tyler go?" she whispered. "I was about t' kiss 'im." She gargled down the water and wrinkled her nose. "This isn't vodka…where's my shot?"

Donny brushed back her hair. "Come on, let's get you home."

"Nah, I don' wanna go."

Donny sighed. "Becky, please. At least drink some water. You look sick."

"Nah, I jus' –" She gagged. "Bathroom," she managed.

He groaned and dragged her to her feet. The two stumbled across the room and into the bathroom. Donny threw the door open without thinking.

"What the hell, man," someone drawled.

"She's gonna –" Donny frowned in disgust. "Jesus, Tyler, what the fuck are you doing?"

Tyler wore a sloppy grin as he sat on the toilet. The blonde was facing him as she sat in his lap. "Hey, boy," he blinked at Donny lazily. "Long time no see."

"Becky's gonna –"

Becky threw up.

March 22, 2006

"Come on, Becky, it's Milkshake Wednesday!"

Becky rolled her eyes and waved her friend away with her hand. "Jeremiah, I'm really not in the mood."

He flipped her book shut with one finger. "Ever since you turned 21 the only thing you drink is alcohol. What kind of boring person misses out on cheap milkshakes?"

She wrinkled her nose, but pushed her book to the side and rolled off of her bed "The kind of person who doesn't feel like puking in the middle of the night."

Jeremiah laughed. "Right, you only do that in the middle of the morning."


"Next!" Becky blew into her straw and hit Jeremiah square in the jaw with the wrapper. "Next, please!"

"Maybe you should pay more attention to the line," Jeremiah grumbled with a smile.

"I'll have a –" Becky stopped when she caught sight of him.

"Plain vanilla, right?" the man behind the counter smirked. It was the same, familiar honey drawl, but the accent was gone. "It's the only thing you would ever get."

She pursed her lips. "No, I was going to get the Mint Chocolate Chip, actually."

Tyler shrugged. "It's not like you'll drink it, but it's your money."

Becky mock smiled. "Right, like you care so much."

He looked over his shoulder as he poured the milkshake into a plastic cup. He ignored her sarcasm. "I haven't seen you in a while. What've you been up to?"

She pulled some bills from her wallet. "I've just been around. Busy, you know."

Tyler grinned. "Right, busy with all the hook ups and ignoring them when they call the next day."

Becky bristled. "Actually, I've been busy spending time with my boyfriend."

He glanced at her over the cash register as he tucked her bills in and counted out change. "Really, what's his name? I haven't heard of him."

Becky took a deep breath and pursed her lips. "It's not like you've bothered to keep in touch."

Tyler blinked at her lazily, his infamous eyes staring straight through her. "Well, now that there's another boy I guess it doesn't hurt to tell you how much I've missed you." He left his hand touching hers for a moment as he handed her the change and pushed the milkshake toward her. "I'd ask if you'd meet for coffee this weekend…but I suppose that boyfriend of yours might get a little jealous."

She pocketed the change quickly. "You're right. That'd be silly, anyway."

"I wouldn't blush like that in public," he confided, "Your boyfriend might notice." He gave Jeremiah a sidelong glance.

Becky narrowed her eyes. "It's not like he has anything to worry about." She squared her jaw in determination and abruptly grabbed Jeremiah's hand. He raised an eyebrow at her and barely mustered an uneasy smile before she kissed him.

Jeremiah shifted uncomfortably for a second before kissing back uncertainly.

Becky broke it off and turned to Tyler pointedly. "But I wouldn't expect you to understand that."