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“Where are you? Call me.”
“This is not like you, not answering me. Are you all right? Please call me.”
The next is from Evan’s sister Taylor. “Hey Liv. I know you and Evan split up and you told him not to call you. He’s a mess and really misses you. Please give him a call.” Is she kidding me?
The odd message is from Evan’s mom. We were close, but I never expected her to call on his behalf. “Olivia, it’s Rachael. I know my son has been a total ass and made a mess of things. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive him and work things out. I miss seeing you around the house. Please call him.” Wow. She knows how to tug on my heartstrings. I miss her too, but I don’t know if I can ever get past this.
Another three messages from my mom. “Olivia, I just spoke to Rachael. Please call me.” Crap. Rachael must have called my mom to find out where I was. I wanted to deal with this shit in person when I came home.
“You shouldn’t be handling this alone, you need to call me.”
“Call me.”
A few of Evan’s friends called, each saying the same thing. Call him.
Another message from my mom. “If you don’t call me, I will take the next ferry to the beach!”
The next message is from Brandi, my whore of a roommate. “Liv, I know you don’t want to talk to me. I’m really sorry, we didn’t plan it. He loves you. I’m sorry.” She has some set on her to think that I will ever forgive her.
The last message is my mom, threatening to drag me home by my hair if I don’t call her. Ugh.
Even though I told Evan not to call me, I’m surprised that he hasn’t. I mean, he shows up here all apologetic. All the years we spent together and now he decides to actually listen to me. Do I call him, do I see him? I need him to know that it’s over, and I’m not getting back with him. I decide to call him. If he’s available, I can quickly meet him at the docks where the ferry pulls in. Have a civil conversation. I can do it in between ferries if he meets me in time. Worst-case scenario, I can take a ferry to the mainland and make the return trip to Davis before seven. It’s only ten thirty now so I have plenty of time. I dial Evan’s number and listen to it ring.
“Liv, is that you?” he answers. I can tell he’s confused.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“I didn’t think you would call me after yesterday.”
“I wasn’t sure I would either. Can you meet me? We need to talk.” I keep my voice dispassionate.
“Of course.” He sounds optimistic. “Where and when?”
“I can be at the ferry terminal by eleven fifteen. Can you get there?” I ask impassively. I have to make this quick. If Brenda knew what I was up to, she’d drown me.
“Yes, of course. I’ll see you in a few.”
“Okay,” I say and hang up. Shit. I grab my shoes and my bag and sprint toward the ferry. I have ten minutes to get there. Otherwise, I will need to wait until twelve fifteen. The quicker I go and come back, the less likely it is that Brenda will catch me. She won’t understand.
I run down Trustee Walk and just make it onto the ferry without anyone being the wiser. I go up to the top deck and find a seat. There aren’t many people going back to the mainland at this hour. They are all coming over so there’s plenty of room. I think about what I’m going to say to Evan. Crap, who am I kidding? I have no idea. I have no clue how he’s going to react. From what I can see, he wants me back. I am not in the mood for a fight. I just hope this goes well, and I don’t wind up regretting meeting him.
I arrive in Patchogue, where the ferry terminal is stationed, in exactly twen
ty minutes. That gives me ten minutes to think about what I want to say to Evan. At least I think it does. Of course, he’s here already, standing on the other side of the gates. He looks apprehensive. As he should. He is pale in comparison to Mr.-Sex-on-Legs back at Davis. He sees me and waves. I walk over to him. His look is warm but guarded. “Hi,” he says.
“Hi,” I say back. “Let’s go someplace where we can talk in private.”
“My car is over here.” He motions to the back of the parking lot.
“No, let’s walk down to the end of the dock. We can sit on the bench at the end.”
“Okay.” He is still apprehensive. The dock is at the other side of the parking lot. There’s a playground in the center, and at the very end is the “L” dock, which is named for it’s shape. I walk all the way to the very end and take a seat on the bench.
I think carefully about what I am about to say. Mostly, I want to know the why. Why did he have sex with my roommate? Why would he want to have sex with anyone besides me? I didn’t think we were in trouble, yet here we are. I keep my face impassive as I look at him. “I’m not even sure why I’m here,” I begin. “I still don’t understand what happened. Why? Why did you do it?”
He looks at me at a loss. He starts to speak, but nothing comes out. He looks down at the ground. “I don’t know,” he murmurs almost under his breath. “I came to see you but you were in class. Brandi told me to wait, that you’d be back soon . . .” he trails off. He looks up at me, despondent. “It just happened.” His voice is barely a whisper.
“What do you mean ‘it just happened?” How do your clothes just fall off? What did I do for you to turn to her?” I ask almost tearful. “I don’t understand.”
