Page 102 of The Right Kind of Wrong

I was done thinking. Shit never turned out well when I thought and for it I ended up hurt. Or perhaps I just didn't think enough.

Either way, whatever I needed I wouldn't find there.

“How about a night out?” Jenna asked, nudging me with her elbow.

“I don't know, Jen,” I said, shaking my head. “I just want to curl up and sleep.”

“Well, the best way to get over a guy is getting—”

“Under another one. Yeah, Karla texted me the same thing. It's not happening. I don't want to think about that anymore.”

“Then let’s go to the club or something, Evelyn. Girl, you need to get out, try to forget about him if that's your choice, although I still think there's more to the story than he's letting on.”

“If there's more, he should have told me,” I countered quickly. “That's beside the point, Jen. I would have listened, the point is he didn't even try. He had a chance earlier today and made no attempt to tell me anything.”

“Maybe he can't,” she said with a shrug.

I shook my head. “He said hurtful things, Jenna. He hurt me. I don't want to think about him, don't want to be near him, so let’s just not talk about him. Can we do that?”

Jenna raised her hands in self-defense. I knew I was being snappy but there was no other way I could behave. I was defensive with everyone, ready to strike if someone dared hurt me.

“Let's go out. You'll have fun, I promise.”

I sighed, looking over at my friend. “Fine,” I muttered. “Don't make me regret this.”

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“Are you sure you want to go out?” Carter asked, his arms crossed over his chest. “And I really don't think that dress is appropriate, Evelyn.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I'm sure. And what's wrong with my dress?”

“It's too revealing.”

Smiling, I glanced over at Carter. My parents may have been parents by blood, but Carter, he was my dad. He actually cared.

“I'll be fine, Carter. Don’t worry. Besides, I'm going with Jenna and some other friends, so I won't be alone.”

He pursed his lips. Though he didn't agree, he didn't say anything else and let me get ready in peace. With the strapless white dress I wore and my hair down in beach waves, I felt confident and ready. I left my make-up natural except for the bright red lipstick I wore, smoothed down my dress, grabbed my phone, and headed out to the living room.

Carter shot me one more disapproving look before waving me off. I knew he worried about me because he cared and that's the one thing that gave me strength in that moment.

“You look hot, girl.” Jenna smiled.

I returned it, not really feeling much of anything. No excitement.

Nada.

I was reminded of her driving skills as she weaved in and out of traffic with ease and no concern, forcing to promise myself to never ever to get in a vehicle with her. She was dangerous.

After a twenty minute drive we finally arrived at the crowded club. We could hear the music playing from the inside loud and deafening. I was about to chicken out.

“I don't think I should be here,” I mumbled.

“You deserve to have fun, Evie. Come on, let’s enjoy the night.”

I sighed and followed behind her, shaking my head with slight disbelief. I was dreading this place a lot. It wasn't as if I hadn't been to a club before it was just that I didn't want to be surrounded by so many people.

The place was full, packed like sardines.

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