Fold (Dallypop)

Chapter Fifteen: Girls... and Steve

(Sandy's POV)

Fuck that bitch. Ahem- anyways...

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The night air was crisp as Evie and I sat on the hood of Steve's car, parked under the pale glow of the moon. The silence between us was heavy with unspoken words and hidden truths. We both knew what we needed to discuss, yet neither of us dared to breach the fragile barrier of pretense.

I fidgeted with the hem of my skirt, stealing glances at Evie, whose eyes were fixed on the stars above, lost in their twinkling embrace. How could I confess what weighed heavy on my heart? How could I admit that I had betrayed Soda, the boy who loved me with all his soul?

"Sandy," Evie's voice broke the stillness, soft and hesitant. "We need to talk about Soda and Steve."

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I know."

The truth loomed between us like a specter, threatening to shatter the fragile facade of our reality. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confession I knew I had to make.

"I've been thinking a lot about Soda," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "About us."

Evie turned to me, her eyes searching mine for answers she already knew. "Go on," she encouraged gently.

"I never truly loved him, Evie," the words spilled out, heavy with remorse. "I was only with him because of his looks, I never thought I'd actually date a greaser."

The confession hung in the air, heavy with the weight of my guilt. I watched as Evie processed my words, her expression a mixture of understanding and empathy.

"Sandy," she said finally, her voice soft with compassion. "you can't keep living a lie. You have to tell him the truth."

Tears stung my eyes as the weight of my deception threatened to crush me. How could I face Soda, knowing that I had used him, manipulated his love for my own selfish desires?

"I know," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "I just don't know if he'll ever forgive me."

Evie reached out, her hand finding mine in the darkness. "Love has a way of healing even the deepest wounds," she said, her voice a soothing balm to my troubled soul. "But you have to be honest, Sandy. You owe him that much."

As the moonlight bathed us in its ethereal glow, I knew that I couldn't keep running from the truth any longer. I had to face Soda, confront my own demons, and seek redemption for the pain I had caused.

With Evie by my side, I found the strength to embrace the uncertainty that lay ahead, knowing that only by confronting my past could I truly find peace in the arms of love.

Evie's empathy lingered in the air as we continued to share the weight of my confession. The gravity of the situation tugged at my conscience, threatening to pull me under. I feared the upcoming confrontation with Soda, the one where I would have to lay bare my deceitful heart.

As we whispered through the night, oblivious to the approaching footsteps, Steve emerged from the shadows. His presence startled us, and guilt etched across his face, realizing he had unintentionally overheard our conversation.

"Steve," Evie began, her voice a delicate plea for understanding.

He raised a hand, silencing her. His eyes held a mix of surprise and concern, but a subtle nod indicated that he had no intention of revealing what he had accidentally heard. A shared understanding passed between us, a silent pact to protect the delicate balance of our intertwined lives.

"I ain't one to pry into others' business," Steve muttered, his tone gruff but not accusatory. "Y'all deal with your stuff, but I won't be the one to spill it."

Relief washed over me, yet a twinge of guilt lingered for involving Steve in our tangled web of secrets. He cast a knowing look in my direction, a silent warning to confront my demons before they consumed me.

As he retreated into the shadows, the night air seemed to hold its breath, preserving the fragile harmony that existed within our small circle of companionship. The unspoken pact with Steve became a heavy secret, a shared burden between friends.

"Sandy, you can't avoid facing Soda," Evie urged gently, her voice pulling me back to the reality I tried to escape. "The longer you wait, the harder it'll be."

I nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. "I know, Evie. I just need to find the right time to be honest with him."

As the night wore on, we shared stories and laughter, creating a temporary sanctuary from the impending storm of truth. Steve lingered nearby, a silent guardian of the secrets he had chosen not to reveal. In the dance of shadows and moonlight, the weight of my confession remained suspended, waiting for the inevitable reckoning that lay ahead.

Little did I know that while Steve may have chosen to keep my secret, the universe had a way of unfolding its own plans, and the fragile threads of deception we wove could only withstand so much tension before unraveling completely.