Page 139 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Kelsea, you didn’t.

“He hasn’t eaten at all today. Or yesterday, for that matter.”

Loud knocks rattle my door the next second. I don’t say a word, hoping maybe my silence will deter them, but I’m out of fucking luck because they don’t wait to be let in before swinging the door open.

I only have enough time to cover up my junk—it got hot last night, and I didn’t want to get up to turn the heat down—before Theo and Chance come bursting inside my room like they own the place.

“Rise and shine, you heartbroken simp!” Theo blurts out and books it to my window to open the drapes.

The sunlight instantly fries my retinas, and I groan, blocking out the light with my hand. If I were able to see, I’d be giving my sister a death glare right now.

She called my friends.

She called my fucking friends.

“Jesus, man, your room smells like dead people,” Chance comments two steps into my bedroom.

“What are you guys doing here?” I drawl, squinting to try and make out their silhouettes through the lights.

“Pulling you out of a giant rut, what else?” Theo says.

I stare daggers through my sister’s forehead. “You called them?”

“You’ve barely eaten all week. Or showered.” She wrinkles her nose in disgust.

I don’t smell that bad, do I?

I shrug. “So? I’m fine.”

“Sierra told me about your falling out with Lacey. You’re not fine.” Kelsea calls me out.

I consider denying it but then figure there’s no point in lying to them. I’ve been busted.

“I needed some time to get through it. Sue me.”

Theo drops on the edge of my bed. “Except you’re not getting through it. You’re rotting.”

I fall back onto my bed with a sigh. “Let me rot in peace, then.”

“She hasn’t texted you back, huh?” Chance connects the dots.

I don’t reply, and ironically, that’s the answer he wanted.

“Well, come on, we’re going out,” Theo says.

“Where?” I grumble.

“Anywhere that’s not here,” Theo declares before rising off my bed. “You have fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed. If we have to come back and get you, we’re dragging you out by the balls.”

With that said, all three of them exit my room and close the door.

Well…

I guess we’re going out.

“Holy shit, that’s… a lot,”Theo comments the second I finish spilling my guts.

Suddenly, I’m not sure telling them the whole story was a good idea. In my defense, these two were like dogs with a bone. They haven’t stopped hounding me with questions about the Lacey debacle since we got to their house an hour ago.

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