Page 80 of The Rowdy Ones
“I don’t have the balls to go with Plan B.”
“That sucks.”
He nods, hanging his head. “Yup.”
“I’ll go on one condition.”
His grin is wide. “Name it.”
“Destiny comes with us.”
He’s confused as fuck and I don’t give a damn. Those are my demands.
“Whatever, dude. If you want to be cockblocked by your little sister, that’s on you. I’m getting laid, though.”
Who’s to say I’m not?
evan knox dont answer him: I still have feelings for you, Row. It’s crystal clear now that I’m sober.
I stare at the text, my stomach twisting painfully into a knot.
Me: i don’t have feelings for you and just because you see me after all this time doesn’t mean you get me back
evan knox dont answer him: Can we talk at least? Just the two of us? It can even be over FaceTime. I know you tried the other day.
Me: accident i was trying to block you’re number
evan knox dont answer him: Please. Just one conversation. Me and you. Like old times.
Me: what about alex
evan knox dont answer him: You and I both know I would break it off in a heartbeat if it meant getting you back.
“There’s a lot of sighing coming from that side of the truck,” Wild says as he turns down the music. “You didn’t have to come along if it was that much of an inconvenience. Besides, you got what you wanted.”
Destiny sits quietly in the back seat. He’s right. She was allowed to come to this party with us tonight. I guess Uncle Atticus and Aunt Eve figured we couldn’t be “inappropriate” if Wild was our chaperone. In a way, they’re right. This is our little secret. We don’t need any witnesses.
“Evan,” I grumble. “He won’t leave me alone.”
Destiny pats my shoulder. “Give it here. I bet I can figure out how to block him right now.”
It’s pretty sad that my sister who can’t see is able use her phone better than I can.
“He’ll just find another number to text me from. Evan is resourceful.”
I know this from experience. He could find drugs at a moment’s notice. Even when low on cash, he could make shit happen. Back then, I liked that aspect about him. Now it’s a nuisance because the thing he’s trying to get is me. And I don’t want to be “gotten.”
This time it’s Destiny who sighs. I know she’s annoyed that I won’t let her block him. I’m able to ignore him, though, and do just that.
Wild drives to the same apartment complex we went to last weekend when I first ran into Evan. I hop out of the truck, eager to move my jittery body. I’d much rather lie in bed with Destiny than go to a stupid party, but Wild is my friend and I want to be there for him. Having Destiny here with me is a good compromise.
All day, while Destiny was at the clinic, I went over every single detail from last night. What we did was wrong, sure, but it didn’t feel that way. For the first time ever, I felt like my life was good and right. No twisted memories tormenting me. Just me and her. Together, making each other feel good.
We make it to Talia’s unit and it’s much busier than the last time. People are everywhere. I keep my palm on Destiny’s lower back, guiding her through them. Wild abandons us to track down Talia. It’s likely Lila is here, but I hope I don’t run into her. If I can stay busy with Destiny, maybe Lila will get the hint not to talk to me.
Such an asshole.
I hate that I am, but I also know what I want. I want Destiny. Anything else is incomplete and unsatisfying. My sister fills parts of me I thought would always remain empty. I’m perfectly happy sticking by her side all evening and not talking to anyone else.
