Twisted love (Slow updates)

Chapter 4 Truth or Dare?

        Friday couldn’t have come any sooner. The week dragged on. All I was able to think about was going to New York and finally being able to see and talk to Marcus. We barely spoke all week. He texted me a few times and we talked on the phone once. I just don’t understand how a person can be that busy.

            Sarah was over majority of the week as well because we have midterms coming up. Although Sarah is studying architecture she is the only person I can study with. She graduates this winter with her Bachelors and I couldn’t be more proud.

            While fiddling with my pen and dazing out the window from my living room I hear a knock at the door. My mind focuses on what’s happening and I make my way to the door. When I open it I see an upset Evan.

            “Evan?” I say. He looks so pale, so weak and so not him.

            He lunges for me and wraps his arms around me. I wrap mine around him but can’t shake the confusion rolling through me. What’s wrong with him?

            “Evan, what’s wrong?” I say with a shaky voice.

            He releases his death grip on me and looks me straight in the eyes and says, “I’m a fuck up.”

            I’m so shocked. He’s here in my doorway instead of with his friends. I grab his hand and lead him into my living room. I sit him down and just stare at him.

            “Evan, you’re not a fuck up.”  I seriously can’t think of anything or anyone who would make him think that about himself. He’s a smart, successful, young man. He’s opening up his own accounting office. He has loving parents and great friends. Even though he goes from girl to girl, he’s a great guy. For 25 years old he has a great future. I don’t like seeing him like this.

            Evan looks up at me and laughs a dry laugh. You can tell it wasn't because something was funny.

            “The one thing that’s always been in front of me will never be mine because I am a fuck up Al.”

            “What are you talking about Evan?” I respond.

            “I’m just a dumbass. I can’t fix any of this. But one thing I can fix is you.”

            Woah. What does that even mean? I’m perfectly fine.

            I watch as Evan stands up and towers over me. God I hate being short sometimes. He grabs my hand and drags me around my apartment.

            I’m so confused and why am I being dragged around my apartment like a child? “What’re you doing?” I bite out.

            “Where’s your bedroom?” Evan responds.

What the hell?

“Wh-y?” I stutter.

Evan stops dragging me around and just stares at me for what seemed like minutes but could have been seconds. He smirks and it makes my skin crawl.

“You’re going to pack your shit and get your ass on a plane to New York. Now.” He says with no hint of weakness.

Does he not know I’ve already packed? I packed the second I came back from Ashley’s with Sarah, mind you I was a little drunk for the first time in what seemed like months. My suitcase is probably a mess.

 Oh, wait I haven’t seen him all week to let him know I’m leaving in 3 hours.

I look up at Evan and say, “My plane is at 5.”