Looking up at her, confused, I can tell by her face what she’s talking about. “She told you?”
Nodding her head, she smirks. “I think that’s when I started figuring it out.”
“Figuring what out?”
“Come on, Eli, you know what I’m talking about.”
I sit, looking at her, not wanting to guess, because what if she’s wrong? What if I’m wrong in assuming she knows?
“You should tell her.” She nods to me before looking around. “You should tell them all.”
“If you know, why haven’t you said anything?”
“It’s not my place to tell them.”
“I’m sure they won’t see it that way.”
“They’ll come around.” She just shrugs her shoulders before leaning closer towards me.
“How’d you figure it out and no one else?”
“The boys want to pretend to be mad at you. Because you betrayed them or some shit, but really they’re confused. They don’t understand why it seems like you went against everything we were all taught growing up. And they’ve each had their own shit going on. Drew wants to hate you.”
Looking down as the words sting, because I know how true they are.
“Keyword,” Liv starts again, “wants you, but just like me, she can’t.”
29
Looking over the files from Eli’s case spread out on my floor, I’m racking my brain.
“Jeez,” Low says as she opens the door.
“I just feel like I’m missing something.”
“I saw you last night. Have you slept?”
“No,” shaking my head.
“Drew.”
“What? I got home and couldn’t sleep. So I started looking over the files and here I am. I just feel like there’s something I’m missing.”
“Yeah, a fucking Xanax.”
Just waving her off as I sigh, closing my eyes.
“Come on. Take a break. Eat.” She shoves a bag of food in my face and nodding at the couch.
“Thanks,” I mumble to her as I scarf down the burrito.
“Yup, and when you’re done with that, you’re taking a shower ‘cause I could smell you when I walked in the door. You smell like day-old beer.”
Shrugging as I finish the last bite, and nod. “Fine.”
The water beats down on my skin as I close my eyes, looking up. I haven’t been able to sleep for a few days now because every time I do I dream about him.
I blame it on seeing his name too many times a day.
