Page 42 of Mr. Wrong
Twenty-Nine
Ellenore
My phone goes off somewhere around5AM. A new flurry of text messages from Derek.
Derek:I’m not mad.
I’m not. This isn’t
anything we can’t work
through. I forgive you, okay?
I forgive you.
Derek:Just come to New York,
Elle. Just come here and we can
pretend that the last three months
never happened.
Derek:Please just answer me.
I’m going crazy here.
I scroll up a bit and re-read the texts that were waiting for me when I limped my way back to the pool house after getting my ass chewed by Landon.
Derek:I want you back.
Derek:I called your mom.
She said you’re living in
California with Dani.
Dani, Elle?!? You know
how I feel about her.
Derek:A one-night-stand
with some loser you met at
a bar? Are you out of your
mind?
Derek:Jesus, Elle,
a motorcycle?
Seriously?
I almost texted him back. Almost told him that it was none of his business who or what I did, but in the end, I just put the phone on its charger and went to sleep rather than deal with the rapidly growing mess that is my life.
Because avoidant behavior is always the best course of action when your life is imploding.
