"I guess we'll just have to be screwed up together."
Evelyn Woods is a 17 year old girl on the verge of being forced to go to rehab. When she meets a boy named Gustav, what happens when she realizes there's someone worse off than her?
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"i just wanna die by my momma side. tell her that i love her while my brother cry. i don't got the time for no compromise, bitch i need it all imma make it mine." ____________
To say Gustav is pissed off is speaking lightly—too lightly.
Since our last meeting, I've refused to text him back. I know I seem like a major clout whore or just a bitch in general, but I'm not too sure what to say to him. And I've been going to school all week which has nearly drained me completely.
peep 🐣 : yo, evelyn, what the fuck. i know u have been reading my messages. why are u ignoring me? it's driving me fucking nuts
I ignored the text from the now bleach blonde boy and slid my phone into my back pocket, trying to avoid dealing with all of this at the moment. Maybe I should just tell him I need some time to think because that would be the truth, but regardless I just can't bring myself to try and think of how I should word the text message I'm sure is bound to be lengthy.
Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I exited the school building after the annoyingly loud bell signifying that class was over rang. Thankfully my parents let me use the car instead of forcing me to ride the bus, so I headed to the parking lot to get home as quick as possible.
My parents are hosting a grand opening of a new art gallery here in Los Angeles and of course I'm being forced to attend, so getting home quickly is a must—Especially because I'm going to also be forced to wear something dramatic that makes a "statement," as my mother would say.
On my way to the parking lot, my phone buzzed dramatically against my butt in my faded jeans pocket, alarming me to the fact that someone was calling me. I panicked and held my breath, but when I realized who it was, I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or not.
I had assumed it was probably Gustav, finally tired of not being able to get ahold of me through text. Instead, it was Davey—my older cousin from Michigan. If I had to consider anyone else a potential friend, it would be him, but I don't really speak to him too often unless he's coming to visit, plus he's twenty-five.
I answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Evelynnn, how are you doing on this fine day?" I grinned, glad to hear that his voice seemed happy or that he sounded healthy in general. Davey has been dealing with with severe kidney issues ever since he was a kid and there's a possibility he could be going on dialysis soon, so I'm absolutely elated to hear him in a positive mood.
"I'm doing quite well, just got out of school. How are you doing?" I questioned with a genuine smile stuck on my face.
"Honestly, better than I have in a while. I don't know what it is, and I know I don't exactly what feeling normal is like, but I woke up today feeling like a brand new person. I think it's this medication they have me on. Makes my face look a little chunkier than usual, though."
