"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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if you can't tell, the past two chapters have been on the same day and in the same situation. this chapter will also be focused on the same day/same situation, just in another different pov.
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"She said I'm a crybaby, I can't be up lately. Girl, you drive me crazy, AMG Mercedes. Speedin' down the highway, lookin' at the street lights. Geekin' on a Friday, I can never sleep right. Knowin' I hurt you, I don't deserve you. I shoulda curved you, I know I'm the worst, boo" __________
BEXEY
"i'm leaving, i'm gonna go stop by the gallery and see how evie's doing since it's her first day and all." gus told me, i only nodded in response and took another sip of the codeine concoction. i'm not really the type of guy to be doing it, but honestly today i don't give a fuck.
this morning, i walked in on evelyn painting gus's nails. it seems like a simple situation, no big deal, they are kind of a couple now i guess. she just seemed off, though, like i wasn't supposed to be here. it irritated me, because i thought we were friends.
i've been getting pissed about this situation longer than just a few days, though. ever since evelyn and i met each other, it's just been all about gus. i'm the reason they even know each other, i didn't have to introduce her to the rest of the guys.
i wonder if he's even told her we're going back to london in a few weeks. that's where my place is, anyway—with gus. he might go to his moms, though. the come over when you're sober tour starts soon and i'm not sure if the poor girl even knows that—it hasn't been released to the public yet, he would have to be the one to tell her.
sure, i have no idea what they talk about necessarily. but the walls are thin in this place, so i hear a lot more than i probably should. i just thank god that they haven't been doing the diddly because i have no idea how i would deal with that.
looking down at the styrofoam cup in my hand, i started growing more and more angry. the purple hue in the drink reminded me of evelyn's new hair, and the picture they posted on snapchat together.
i'm not jealous.
i just think it's funny how i introduced them and i really get no credit for it. the two of them rarely even talk to me anymore, kind of after the whole benjamin thing happened, which i'm still pissed about. that brings me back to the whole night before, how evelyn was so fucked up she could barely stand on her own and peep was nowhere to be found.
she slept in my bed, not his.
after sipping what was left of the drink, i crushed the styrofoam in my hands. the drugs would probably have me knocked out soon so going to my room is probably the best idea.
