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When I make it back to my house, I grab my cell phone off my nightstand and call Shane. While I wait for him to answer, I notice Grayson walking over to our house.
Awesome. And the good times just keep on coming, don’t they?
“Where have you been?” Shane’s furious voice hisses through the line. I sit down on the bed half-paying attention to what he’s screaming about, still swearing.
“Shane, I have to get to work,” I tell him, trying to be calm but so tired of his endless fucking ranting.
He sighs. “Were you with him last night?”
Something inside me snaps and I tell him the truth. We’re not together and I shouldn’t have to lie to anyone. “I went over there to say hi.”
“You mean fuck him?”
“Will you stop?” I groan. “I have to go.”
“Fine. Fuck you, ya dumb bitch.” And then he hangs up on me. I’d love to say he won’t call back, but he will.
I change out of that ridiculous dress into my favorite jean shorts and a tank top, throw on some flip-flops, and pull my hair into a messy bun. Harper doesn’t care what I wear to work, as long as I show up.
Reaching for my keys, Grayson knocks on my door. I knowavoiding everything isn’t the answer but is it so bad of me to want a little less drama in my life?
I don’t think so.
“Who is it?” I ask, stalling.
What kind of lame ass question is that? Who else would it be?
I expect a sarcastic comment from him, but I don’t get that. Instead I get the softness of “Let me in, Evie.”
“No,” I reply, backing up and sitting on the edge of my bed. “Can you just go away?”
“I can’t do that,” Grayson says. “Let me in. We need to talk.”
“No. I’m late for work. Go away.” And then I add, “You’re good at that.”
I hear him let out a frustrated sigh. “Stop being a drama queen and let me in before I knock this damn door down.”
I glare at my closed door. “I swear to God, Grayson, if you break the door, I’m going to make you pay for it.” Before I even finish my threat, my door comes down.
Grayson stands there, half pissed, and maybe a little in disbelief that he actually got the door down.
I fight off a smile. “Was that really necessary? You’re paying for that.”
“Apparently it was because you weren’t going to open the damn door,” he says, a familiar smirk working its way to his lips.
Goddamn him.
He did that grin on purpose. Part of me hoped he’d lost that grin over time. The other prays I’m the only one who ever sees it.
I point to the door. “You’re gonna fix that.”
He nods. “I promise. I will.”
Neither of us say anything until my ringing cell phone brings me back to reality. With a heavy breath I walk toward him, brush past him and down the hall with my phone in hand. Naturally, Grayson follows me.
When we get to the front door, my hands land on his shoulders,angling him out the door. “You better leave. Shane might be on his way over here and if he seesyou, that will only set him off more.” I push him out the front door, the one he didn’t break down.
“Evie,” he pleads, disappointment plastered on his face.