[Book One]
Agatha Miller Nash thought she was finally starting to have the perfect life she always dreamed of while growing up.
She had a job that made her feel proud of herself, the man that she would spend the rest of her life with, and a place s...
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T W E N T Y F O U R
"Yes, Uncle Bobby. I'm leaving the apartment as we speak. I promise I'll get to Harry's school on time." I reassured uncle Bobby for the billionth time before ending the call while I tried balancing multiple plastic containers of homemade cupcakes and cookies.
Harry's class was having a bake sale, but neither Athena nor Bobby could make anything for him since Athena was hospitalized after being beaten up during a call by some monster. Michael already had a lot on his plate with work and his cancer diagnosis that I decided to offer my help.
I could not blame my uncle for calling me every five minutes about the pastries. Lately, my mind has been somewhere else. The drama in my life seems not to leave me alone as one thing got resolved; another would show up.
After telling Ian how I felt the day I showed up at his house, I can say that when I look at him, my heart does not skip a beat like it used to, there are no butterflies in my stomach or even tears to shed for him. Now, whenever I look at him, it feels indifferent, but there was still something in me holding on to him.
Even with that pull, no matter how much I try to deny it, my mind and heart were focused on Evan Buckley.
Before I got the chance to pull out of the parking lot, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. Reaching behind, I looked at the screen. It was a text message from Evan.
I picked up an extra shift. Won't be sleeping at home tonight.
"Of course," I said under my breath, shoving the phone back inside my pocket.
It has been a few weeks since Evan's confession. Ever since, things had been a bit weird between us. There have not been many conversations between us except for polite greetings and small talk whenever we were both at the apartment at the same time until one day out of nowhere, and an argument blew in our faces after a victim we saved from a fire showed up at the firehouse to thank me for taking care of him on the way to the hospital and to ask me out. At the time, I was embarrassed by the guy's invitation that I panicked and agreed to go out to lunch with him. Yes, the guy was attractive and funny, but I had zero interest in him and have not seen him since that date.
I have tried talking to Evan about the things he confessed to me on multiple occasions, but it seemed like a switch in him got turned off, and all he did was accused me of leading him on, which led to him avoiding me every chance he got.
