our destiny ➸ evan peters

chapter six

I'd spent the morning helping Evan pack his clothes and tidy up. It had taken a lot longer than it should've since Evan was so indecisive. Despite the fact that he spent ten minutes deciding whether to pack his razor or not, it was nice to have something to look forward to with him.

It was just gone one in the afternoon, and I was in the passenger seat of Evan's car as we headed to my apartment. It was a bright, sunny day, and the sky was plastered in a streak of brilliant blue. There wasn't one cloud to be seen. "Are you sure about this?" Evan asked as he gripped the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road. "Of course. I need to get my stuff for New Orleans. I can't travel empty-handed," I said as I glanced out the window. "Besides, he'll be at work. I've got my keys too. I'll quickly go in and grab my stuff and leave. The quicker I am, the better." He stayed quiet for a few moments as he indicated and turned a corner onto the main street. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? Just in case." I looked out of the window as a smile played on my lips. "I'll be fine, I'm sure."

We continued our journey a mile or so in complete silence. It wasn't awkward at all. In fact, it was rather comfortable, and I felt at ease in the company of him in his little car. I sat bolt upright as I heard the familiar opening of one of my favourite songs, Little Lies. "Turn it up!" I squealed excitedly as I turned the dial drastically to the right. I could hear Evan laughing, but he kept his eyes on the road. "If I could turn the page..." I sung loudly as I leant forward in my seat. Evan raised his voice through the music. "I've known you how long?" he asked. I had to think for a moment. "3 years," I said proudly. "And I never knew you were a Fleetwood Mac fan," he chuckled. I shrugged as I tapped my foot along to the music. "I guess I surprised you then, Ev." I immediately jumped back into music. "Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies," I sung loudly as I shook my body side to side. It was funny, I wasn't even remotely embarrassed in front of Evan. "Tell me lies," Evan harmonised in the background. I immediately stopped singing and turned around to look at him. I burst out laughing. He was so cute! He turned around to look at me, flashing me his big, cheeky grin. His dimples caved deeply into his cheeks as he flashed his white teeth. "I guess I surprised you then, Lily," he mocked me.

We spent the remainder of the journey singing along to the radio and laughing. Everything was comfortable and chilled back with Evan. I didn't feel pressurised to act anything other than myself around him. I simply loved being with him. We pulled up outside my apartment, and our laughs hushed. I fell silent, feeling a deep tug of nausea in the pit of my stomach as I was flooded with all the bad memories. "I'll make it quick." I didn't want this to take any longer than it had to. Evan nodded as he shut off the engine and leaned back casually in the driver's seat. "I'll be here." Feeling reassured, I exited the car and quickly dashed up to the apartment.

Inside, it was dark and deadly quiet. Upon switching on the lights, I noticed that everything was exactly the way I'd left it. The glass bottle was still smashed into broken fragments on the tiled floor, the lampshade cracked and laying lopsided. It looked like Reece didn't even come home last night. In a way, it didn't even surprise me. He'd probably stayed out at a friends, or worst case scenario, he crashed at another girl's place. As his girlfriend, a part of me felt like I should probably be concerned, but quite frankly, I didn't give a shit. For all I cared, he could be comatose in a drunken stupor, or even screwing the brains out of some other incoherent side chick. I didn't feel anything, just a strong sense of bitterness for him, and I felt uncomfortable being in this apartment which was surrounded by so many awful memories.

It didn't take me long to pack. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Just as I was about to leave, a thought crossed my mind. Although he didn't deserve an explanation, I felt guilty just walking out of his life without so much as a goodbye. I dumped the travel bag by the door as I reached for a pen from the pot by the door. I didn't feel like I could face him, or even call him, and tell him goodbye. I opted for the easy way out and I left him a note. I was such a pussy sometimes.

"Reece, I thought you at least deserved some kind of goodbye. I'm leaving for New Orleans to film for a new project I've been casted on. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I don't expect you to wait for me. In fact, I don't want you to. I've taken all my stuff, so the place is completely ready for when you want to move somebody new in. I guess you could say I'm breaking up with you. I'm blocking your number, so don't bother calling me. It's for the best anyway. L."

I left the apartment feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. As I ran down the street to the car with my bag in my hand, Evan smiled at me and started the engine. I was completely ready to leave my old life behind me. I smiled back as I placed my bag in the trunk and climbed in the passenger seat.

Evan turned to me with a reassuring smile. "Ready to go?"