after season seven

Chapter 10: Buck

Eddie just left and it's only a few moments before I hear more knocking and Tommy yelling my name.

"One second!" I call out while fixing up my hair in the mirror and mentally preparing myself for what I'm about to do.

I open up the door and see a pissed off Tommy staring back at me. "You should've picked up your phone instead of making me drive all the way over here." He rolls his eyes.

"Excuse me? You're the one who took my phone!"

"Ugh, whatever. Here's your dumb phone back." He shoves my phone angrily at me and turns to walk away but I grab his arm before he can get too far away.

"No. We need to talk and we're gonna do it now. No more putting this off." I drag his ass inside and close the door before turning towards him. He's avoiding eye contact with me. "I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" He asks.

"Dating you! I'm fucking done! I'm tired of you treating me like shit and having to act like it doesn't affect me!"

"Look I'm sorry okay. I won't steal your phone again, alright?"

"It's not just the fact that you stole my fucking phone! It's you! You're a horrible person and I've tried to make it work but I just can't anymore!"

"Evan-" He reaches for my arm.

"NO. DON'T TOUCH ME. LEAVE."

Tommy looks dejected as he slowly heads for the door.

"AND DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT." I yell as I slam the door in his stupid face.

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I feel relief wash over me as I stand in my apartment alone but I'm also having a hard time processing what just happened. Just this morning we were laying in bed together and kissing in the bathroom. It's so crazy how your life can change so quickly.

I eye the bottle of tequila that Maddie brought over a few days ago. After the day I've had, I deserve a couple of shots to loosen up and relax.

I get out a shot glass and quickly pour some tequila. I down the liquid and already start pouring the next shot before I can even feel it leave my throat.

After God knows how many shots, I drag myself over to the couch my mom got me but I just can't get comfortable. I wish I had Eddie's couch over here. It's just so comfortable.

I slowly make my way upstairs to my bed before glancing down at my phone. I see a lot of missed calls from practically everyone but I have no energy to do anything about it so I close my eyes and forget reality.