Evangeline Lawrence has a secret. A big secret. One involving her birthday, the player, August Griffin, who's (almost) like a brother to her, and a kiss the night before he ran away. No one else knows about it, aside from August, of course, and Evan...
Leaving. That's what I'm doing. I'm leaving. The rest of the week has passed in a blur. I've managed to avoid Nathan almost completely and I'm dreading going to the airport because I know he will come to say 'goodbye' to Lisa. I don't want to look at him. I can't. Maybe I could if... if... if someone else was here too.
Pov: August
My fault. The words echo in my head. My fault. It's my fault she's gone. It's my fault she's haunting my dreams. It's my fault all I can see when I close my eyes are her's, brimming with tears and pleading, begging me to listen. It's my fault I didn't stay.
And I've tried everything. Believe me, everything. Apparently I can't forget her. That's probably also my fault.
Carla can tell something has happened but doesn't ask. I don't know what would happen if she did.
Pov: Evangeline
I'm on the plane. I didn't even say 'bye' to Nathan. I know Lisa is upset about that, but she's doing her best not to show it. I feel awful for putting my best friend in a situation where she had to choose between me and her boyfriend. I've apologized to her a million times but she insists it's all okay. I wonder if it really is.
Pov: August
I don't know what happened. We were best friends. Something changed when I told Nathan. It's like he felt he had to take a side, me or her. However, there was something else he could have chosen. Us.
Not just me, not just her, us. Together.
I suppose he lost all three while trying to pick.
Pov: Evangeline
What am I going to tell my parents?
I know they will ask about Nathan. And they will no something is wrong.
I guess it's his fault. I wasn't the one who lied to my sister every time she asked, "Has he called?" But still, there's a little voice inside of me that keeps insisting I'm the one who's at fault.
Pov: August
Lies.
I've been trying to tell myself lies.
It doesn't work.
I wish it fuçking did.
Pov: Evangeline
I scroll through my contacts.
I can't do this.
I want to call him.
I don't want to call him.
But then I do again.
But I don't call him
because
I know
it
will
hurt.
Pov: August
I want to call.
I can't.
I won't.
My fingers are grasping my phone.
I start to scroll through my contacts.
Then I stop.
Pov: Evangeline/August
I can see the contact name.
Pov: Evangeline
Your Favorite Asshole.
Pov: August
Her Majesty, Queen Ann of Avila Beach.
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