"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 don't wanna think about you, every time I think about you—I swear I fall in love again, I remember everything you said" ___________
EVELYN
I just kept replaying it in my head.
Bexey. The kiss. It's like unpacking a room full of things that didn't belong to me. Confusing; I don't know where anything goes. Maybe that's not the best analogy, but I just feel like I don't belong to myself anymore. I'm some trophy, an item to be won.
I whipped into the parking lot of the gas station with tears running down my eyes. Pulling into the parking space on the left side of the store, I sat there for a few moments. I can't believe what just happened.
I'm not necessarily personally offended about the kiss. Bex is just emotional and confused. Gus on the other hand has plenty of opportunities to tell me they were going on tour—I didn't know it would be this soon.
I hit my head gently against the steering wheel a few times, once I accidentally missed and hit the horn and got startled when it went off. I looked up to see if somebody was watching me. There was.
A thirty-something year old lady stared at me like I was crazy. I rolled my window down.
"You never seen someone have a mental breakdown before?!" I shouted, to which she rolled her eyes in response and went into the gas station. "Jeez," I mumbled to myself.
I don't know why I'm so worked up over this. None of this is my fault. Maybe I led Bexey on. Did I?
I took the keys out of the ignition and slammed the drivers side door behind me. I jumped over the curb and then I walked into the gas station, taking a deep breath before I entered the store. I stalked around the aisles with my shoulders slumped, sighing probably too much for the other customers liking.
I grabbed a bag of chips and a pink lemonade Brisk, taking my items up to the counter. When I got there, I eyed the scratch-off tickets in many different colors and designs lining the wall.
"Can I get a $10 one please?" I pointed to the pink ones that had a shiny silver '10' printed on them.
"Sure thing," I ignored the footsteps behind me that were leading up to the counter, assuming it was just another random customer on their way home from work or whatever things normal people do around this time.
"Funny meeting you here," A familiar voice said from behind me. I turned around and was met with an annoying face I had hoped to never see again. The infamous Benjamin. Somehow I'm just never able to escape him, he is just everywhere.
