Page 107 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 38

Evelyn

I fidgeted with my shirt.

Dammit.

How had I forgotten my flashcards in Nathan's car? I had arrived extra early at the university with the hopes of sneaking in to Nate's car without him seeing me get it. After our encounter in the restroom in the club, I hadn't seen him and didn't plan to.

That had been unplanned, impulsive and a reminder of how weak I was when it came to him. Being in his arms once again was…beautiful. But I had cried all that night. He seemed like he had many things to say, and I had refused, thinking it was for the best.

Now I wasn't so sure.

I was still angry, angrier than I'd ever been, but the look in his eyes when I said that it was nothing than a simple fuck was forever engraved in my mind.

Wanting him to feel pain was one thing but actually seeing it had hurt me even further. I never wanted to cause him pain.

It's ironic how much someone can hurt you and how despite that, you can want only the best for them. I wasn't a vengeful person; maybe that was my fault. I should have more strength, care less. Not want him that much.

I shouldn't have fallen as hard for him as I did. It was too late now though. I had finals to take and I couldn't be worried about anything that didn't pertain to my future.

I knelt behind a large Dodge Ram, watching Nathan step out of his car. He was wearing jeans and a one of those dress shirts he always wore, fitted and tight around his biceps.

Why did he have to be so damn handsome?

Taking out his briefcase, he closed the door and locked it.

Fuck, fuck.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, his shoulders tense and his face tight, like he would rather be anywhere else than there. Nate sighed and headed towards campus.

It was finals week and I knew that he'd be busy as I would be. Typically, before every test or class really there would be a lot of encouraging words and good luck sex but for now, that was gone. I missed his encouraging words. The good luck sex. I missed everything about him.

Once he was out of sight I rushed to his car, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to open it. My heart raced and my hands shook. Other than underage drinking I'd never committed a crime and was pretty sure this was one.

I took a bobby pin from my hair, stupidly thinking that it would be enough to open it when I had no fucking clue as to what I was doing.

“Open up, dammit,” I hissed. “Please, you like me you beautiful Mustang. My relationship with Nathan is over but not with you, hm? Open please.”

I had no patience.

After the third time without success, I cursed, slamming my hand against the window of the driver's seat.

And setting off the alarm.

“Oh no, no, no, no, no.” Color rose to my cheeks as the sound of the car echoed throughout the garage, curious onlookers searching for the source of it. I held on to the car as if that would make it shut up, but when it didn't I covered my face in embarrassment.

How the hell does this stuff happen to me?

“Are you trying to break into someone's car?” a curious guy asked.

“Are you?” Nathan's voice came from behind the man. “I got this. It’s my car,” he said, giving the guy a pointed glare. The guy raised his hands as a sign that he didn't want trouble and walked away, leaving Nathan and me alone.

I shifted on my feet under his amused gaze, a slow smirk forming on his handsome face. For the first time in the days since we had broken up, I saw an expression other than sadness and desperation on his features. I could try to lie to myself as much as I wanted, but seeing him relax in front of me made me happy.

“I understand you're pissed, but isn't breaking into my car a bit too much, Evelyn?” he asked, pressing the alarm button on his key chain.

Narrowing my eyes on him, I shrugged and crossed my arms over my chest. “I don't think it's enough.”

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