Page 10 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 4

Evelyn

I shifted on the bed, once again frustrated at the intense cramping.

Periods suck.

Being a woman was difficult as it was, but to have the feeling of someone drilling through your uterus on a monthly basis made it even harder. Curling into a fetal position seemed to help and I did so, pulling the covers over my weakening body, closing my eyes, and breathing through the pain.

Silently, I wondered what those girls who always posted cute shit about boyfriends bringing them gifts and chocolate and cuddles on Instagram did to find those type of guys. They seemed to have evaporated where I lived, leaving poor girls on their period like myself to fend for themselves.

Not nice.

I sighed, getting up and dragging the blanket with me. I walked downstairs only to find the kitchen lights already on.

This was so not what I wanted.

The past few days I'd barely had any interaction with either Nathan or Hannah. It may have been odd, but they didn't even speak to each other. Things were always so tense and…awkward with them around. Like a bomb ready to explode, actually, and I didn't want to be there when that shit storm happened, so I avoided them at all costs.

It was a sad situation all around, but no one could interfere. It was their problem to solve. No matter how much I wanted to help, I felt out of place asking, even if it hurt me seeing two people I deeply cared about falling apart.

A small smile formed on my lips at the sight of Nathan sitting at the island drinking a glass of orange juice.

“Super early breakfast?” I asked, startling him.

He pressed his lips together and shrugged, running his hands through his already tousled hair. The muscle shirt he wore accentuated…well, his muscles and the sweatpants were a bit too low. I forced myself to look away.

“Figured it was better than drinking that whole bottle of whiskey.”

I frowned. My biggest weakness was feeling like I couldn't help, that's why I always went out of my way to do as much as I could for others. Shaking off the feelings, I poured myself a glass of water, searching through the cabinets for some Ibuprofen.

“What are you looking for?” Nathan asked, standing up from the stool.

“Pain meds.”

Nathan furrowed his eyebrows, looking over his shoulder at me while he searched in a cabinet which I wouldn't have been able to reach anyways. He opened the bottle took a pill out, and handed it to me.

“Take one. If it doesn't help, you can take another.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course I knew that. The fact that he thought I needed to be reminded irritated me.

Until he opened up the oven.

The smell of recently baked cookies invaded my nostrils, immediately making me forget any of my cramping. He smirked, handing me the batch of cookies.

“I swear I hear angels singing,” I said, taking a bite of a warm chocolate chip cookie. My eyes closed as I savored the heavenly treat. Nathan shot me an amused glance, pushing the batch closer to me. “I need all of them,” I mumbled.

“All yours,” he said with a small smile.

I offered him one and after some hesitation he took it, chuckling when I gave a thumbs up.

“Are you feeling better?”

I nodded happily. There was no way I couldn't feel good, not with the deliciousness in front of me. Diet be damned, us women deserved all the cookies and sweets of the world be given to us in a silver platter for the hell we went through every month.

“Woman things?”

My eyes widened but soon narrowed in on Nathan, who had raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest.

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