Sure Be Cool If You Did (Shevine)

Chapter 2: Suitcases and Broken Hearts

Adam's POV

When I saw how late it was, I slammed shut my laptop and looked outside. Yup, it was 11:30 p.m. It was dark and raining and I stood up for the first time in hours. On the Internet, I'd been replying to fans on twitter for what felt like the first time in ages. They were happy about it, which made me happy. But I'd also seen another thing - a word. Shevine. What the he** was Shevine? It sounded like my last name, kind of. I didn't know. Marooners were weird.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, walking slowly into my dark bedroom. I had no messages, but I clicked on Behati's name anyway, going over previous messages. Something irked me - I noticed that I'd never said 'I love you' back to her in the past while, just 'you too'. Huh.

I also noticed that she'd been yelling (as much as you could in a text) at me lately. Some about hanging out with other girls, some about not telling her where I was or what my plans were. It made me a little angry, and also a little sad. I stretched out my arms before my thumbs typed the message.

Me: Hey, Bee... I think we need to break up. Now you don't have to reply but just remember i love you and there is NO other girl in my life - this is strictly because of some of the ways you're trying to control me... If I'm upset with you all the time we can't be together and we def cant be married.

When I sent the text, a huge burden was lifted off my chest, but it was replaced by worry. I had just broken up with her. I did it. But how hard was this going to be? She'd probably hate me. My mom and dad loved her. See, this is EXACTLY why I didn't want to get married. I knew this would happen to me. I just can't settle down.

A few minutes later of just sitting there and staring at my phone, I got three angry texts back from Behati. They swore, a lot. Some words I didn't even recognize, for once. I set down my phone and let out my angry tears. I was upset with her. But I don't know if it's sad upset, or mad upset.

I just sat there and cried. My phone slipped off my bed and landed on the carpet, where it dinged repeatedly as Behati kept texting me. Even worse - I'd just broken up with her over a damn TEXT MESSAGE! Why the f*** did I do that? I could've been happy with her... Or, happy enough.

I heard a knock at my front door. It was loud, but not angry-loud. Watch, it'll be Behati with a gun over her shoulder. I got up anyway and walked to the door.

When I'd trudged my feet all the way to my front door, I pulled it open and braced myself. When I saw who was standing in front of me, I let out a little sigh of disappointment.

Blake.

Blake smiled and held up the beer in his hand. "Hey, Levine. How ya been?"

I moved aside and gestured around. "Come in,"

I was pretty sure he was drunk. He swaggered inside and gravitated over towards my couch, where he sat and set his beer on the table. He held another one in his hand, and when I went over and at beside him on the couch he handed it to me. Miserably, I took it and took a huge swig.

"So. You didn't answer my question, Adam. What you been up to?"

I dropped the beer on the coffee table and just looked at him. It took him a minute, but his eyes widened when he saw the tear streaks on my cheeks. His mouth widened into an 'o'.

"I'm sorry, man, what --?"

I answered before he could even ask. "I broke up with Behati. Okay, there. I said it."

He let out a wavering sigh. "Oh, Adam, I'm so sorry man!!! That's gotta be horrible."

I nodded. "Yeah, it is. And thanks."