CHAPTER 48
I make Shelby lunch and later, dinner, and after, dessert.
“I’ve got a stomach of steel,” she claims as she hovers over an entire homemade peanut butter pie while slurping on a half gallon of milk from the carton.
“And you wonder why you can’t get a guy.”
She flings a fork full of filling at my face and nails me in the eye. The goo slides down my cheek and into my palm. I eat it because that’ll be all she shares unless I piss her off, making her throw more.
“What do my eating habits have to do with dating?”
“Nothing, except you would be the most expensive date on the planet.”
“I can buy my own damn food. I just need a guy for sex—for at least half of the time. The other half, I’m fine on my own.”
“Only half?”
“Oh, sorry, should I be a full-time Hand Solo, like you? How’s that working for you?”
I give her a look. She knows how it’s working. Terrible.
“Well, good thing Miss Awesome is back. You can finally play lightsaber with someone else.”
“Not happening.”
“Why the hell else would she move back if didn’t want to patch things up?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Please, Evan. Make me understand why you have a shrine to this woman in your home, why you haven’t had sex in five years, and why you hide in this apartment, away from every beautiful woman who wants you?” Shel’s voice intensifies.
“I don’t hide.”
She rises, grabs her keys, and marches for the door. She stops to finish me off. No one ever escapes her wrath without an earful.
“Evan, you’re the suckiest best friend ever. Every time we hang you let me blah, blah, blah about my amazing life and you never tell me anything interesting about your own. This is a very fucked-up, one-sided friendship. I’m demoting you until you can come straight with me. Is that what you want? Because if you think it was lonely in here before, it’s about to get really scary without my charismatic personality to brighten your boring-ass days.”
“Will you just shut up and sit down?”
She purses and twists her lips to the side. This is how I know she’s ticked.
So I say, “Fine, I’ll tell you everything.”
She runs across the room, leapfrogs over the back of the sofa, and lands on her back, stretched out in a reclined position. She adjusts a pillow near her neck and laces her hands behind her head. When she’s relaxed, she says, “You may begin.”
I groan. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I sit on the armchair near her and start. “For score and a million years ago, I posted an ad on the student union’s billboard for a new roommate, but my friend Steph knew this girl who needed a place to crash.”
My story continues until midnight. For the most part, it placates Shelby. What’s more annoying is, she’s making it her goal to see that Cait and I get back together and live happily ever after. Which in a perfect world would be amazing, but Shelby makes some interesting points I haven’t had time to consider in the last eighteen hours.
She insists Cait isn’t the same person anymore. She couldn’t be with everything she’s been through and neither am I. So maybe leaving the past in the past is the best solution, and aquatinting myself with Cait as she is now might be the first order of business.
“I mean, what if you hate each other now?” Shelby suggests. “Maybe you’ll get to know her and she sucks, and she gets to know you and thinks you suck, and you’ve gone and ruined her life again by telling her you dated before and you were in love. You know what I mean? What I’m saying is, it’s already too late to admit you know her, anyway.”
As soon as she says this, I know it’s true. A normal person would have greeted her like they knew her from the instant they saw her. I didn’t have a chance to do that because Linden bombarded me while I was half asleep. Instead, I acted for what he prepped me for, because he had already acted as though he didn’t know her in their interviews. Maybe she wouldn’t have accepted the job in Chicago if she knew the truth. In fact, I’m positive she wouldn’t have based on our conversation earlier today. What did she say? That she needed a fresh start away from everyone. A reboot?
“You’re right. I’ve already fucked this up before I started.” I should have followed my gut instinct to hug her and tell her I missed her when she appeared at my front door. Even if she would have turned around and left after, I would have done what was right. I would have done what I couldn’t before.
“Yep. But that’s your own fault for being a dickhead and being a brother of a dickhead. Speaking of, where is Linden these days? Haven’t you told him I’m ready for him to ask me out?”
“Never happening. You know he still loves Viv.”
“Aren’t they separated or something?”
“You know those two, one minute they’re on, the next they’re off. It’s like fighting fuels their fucking.”
“What is it with you Wade boys? It’s like, once you mate, you’re done for life.”
“Maybe loyalty’s our thing.”
“I think stupidity’s your thing. That’s what you’re better at.”
I catch a glimpse of the time. Two a.m. I stand and yawn, ready for bed. “You staying?”
Shelby’s already snoring, mouth wide and drooling over her cheek. I grab a blanket from the closet and toss it over her and flip off the lights.
I pause at Cait’s room. Browsing the contents, I decide to do something desperate, something I know in my heart is wrong. I lock the room, like I’m locking up our past. Because I can’t stand the thought of losing her a third time, even if it means I only say hello to her in passing. I convince myself this is the right thing to do. She wants a fresh start, and I’ll make sure she gets it.