Page 66 of A Wrench in the Plan
He looked at me, blinking like he hadn’t heard me right.
“I’m not,” he said, getting defensive. He sat up straight, glaring at me, looking ready to fight. “You don’t get it. I can’t do this anymore! I failed, Cat. I’ve failed at so much.”
I rolled my eyes, then asked, “What have you failed at?”
Honestly, I felt like he was just throwing a temper tantrum. He was being a big baby and blowing everything out of proportion. I couldn’t pretend that I knew what was going on in his head. He had to see that he had it all, right? I couldn’t understand why he was making this so darn complicated and infuriating.
“I failed the club. Evan! You!” His chest heaved. His eyes were dark. And there was something broken in his expression that I’d never seen before. “I kissed you and I can’t stop—”
“Don’t,” I warned, cutting him off. Oh, no, we weren’t going there. “I don’t have anything to do with your relationship with Evan. It’s out there, now we need to forget it ever happened.” He’d told Ev, and I thought everyone had moved on. “I can’t believe you’d throw it away…” I huffed out a hard breath as I angrily ran my hand through my hair. “You know what? I’m not doing this. My best friend needs me right now, so I’m going to go to him.”
“Cat…”
“He was ready to tell you that he loves you. And you broke up with him. This was your choice, it wasn’t his. He’s stuck by you through your crappy moods and your fear of commitment. He’s defended you at every turn, and I bet he’s going to do the same about this. He’s loved you no matter how little you treat him.”
“What?” His head reared back like I’d slapped him. How could he not see all of this?
So frustrating sometimes.
“I don’t know how you can’t see it,” I stated flatly.
“Well, I didn’t see how you felt about me… so…”
“And now that you do, what?” I snapped. This was unbelievable.
“I love you too. I think a part of me has always belonged to you. And maybe…” He let out a hard breath as his hand frantically ran through his messy hair, telling me that he’d been doing that quite a bit. “Maybe that’s why I couldn’t give my all to Ev. Why I’ve always held back a little. Why I feel so fucking guilty for loving him!”
“What?” I whispered out, shocked at literally everything he just said.
“I can’t do it anymore. Neither of you deserves someone as screwed up as me.”
A harsh laugh bubbled up out of my mouth.
What could I say to that? For real?!
“I love you, Chry, but I won’t hurt anyone to have you. It’s… it’s not worth it to lose Evan.” I felt shocked as those words spilled passed my lips, but I would never take them back. They were the truth. I loved Chry and I loved Evan, I wouldn’t step on one to keep the other. Right now, Chry was cutting the threads and I was going to go help my best friend heal. That was all I could think about.
My choice was made and I’d stand by it forever. It felt so effortless. It felt so right.
But it still cut so deep. The tears slipped out of my eyes. I averted my gaze away before he could see the pain in my eyes.
“I’m going to go,” I said over a raw throat.
I turned and shot out of the room.
Driving over to Evan’s place— with my watcher, Boom, right on my tail— I might have broken a few speeding laws. I honestly didn’t care. I had to get to him. Had to hold him while we both broke.
I couldn’t believe him. Ugh! Stupid Chry!
Things were such a mess.
The front door was open to the house Evan lived at. Which was no surprise since there was a party going on and people seemed to be going in and out. I turned and waved to Boom, who was parked on the curb, sitting on his bike like he didn’t have anywhere else to be. I felt so bad for him. But at the same time, I was worried. If he was following me, that meant there was still danger. I didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to know how many of those men the club had killed. And maybe more importantly, the men they hadn’t.
If Dustin was still out there…
A shiver ran down my spine as I cut those thoughts off. I trusted the club to protect me, so I wasn’t going to make a fuss about having a tail everywhere I went. Not that I was going many places these days. Actually, this was the first I’d left my house. Since Tailor had been the one to check on me and take out my stitches, I hadn’t really had a reason to leave. I still hadn’t been to class. I didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with that yet. Though, I knew it would have to come soon or I’d have to do this semester all over again.
No one gave me a second glance as I weaved my way to Evan’s room on the second floor. I knocked on his door, pretty sure that I’d gotten the right room. I’d only been here a couple of times because he hated it so much. Who could blame him? The scene around me was pretty typical from the way he made it sound.
