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“I’m saying stop being this guy. Fucking stop. Be the man I know you can be, that I believe you want to be. And if you don’t…” I pause, staring him right in the eyes. “Well, I told you I’d be done and I will be. This is your last chance, Davey. You do it again—we have to have a conversation like this again… and I’m out.”
I open the car door and get out.
“Rae…”
I bend down and look at him.
“Call me later? Please?” he asks.
I roll my eyes a little, shake my head, and then say, “Fine.”
I walk over to my car, get in, and pull out of his driveway.
The whole drive back home I’m thinking through it all. How we got from sweet, fun, sexy Davey to asshole, hitting-on-other-girls Davey.
And why I’m allowing it.
Because why am I?
He wants to break up and go fuck his way through college, anyway. Why bother?
I don’t love him. And I want the love story.
I tried to convince myself I didn’t want that in high school. Maybe because I didn’t think I would be able to find it. My stomach twists. Or have I been ignoring it or changing myself? And if so, why? I don’t know.
Just like I don’t know what I’m doing.
Do I think he’ll do better or that it would matter if he did?
Maybe I want him to respect me enough to do right by me.
Whatever. If he does it again, be done.
Just be done.
I park my car in front of my house and walk across the street to Miles’s. I pull open the front door and head straight to his bedroom.
When I walk in, he and Joel are on the bed, study stuff spread out in front of them but no studying being done.
I dramatically flop down onto the bed next to them.
“I hate boys,” I growl.
“You hate Davey,” Joel counters.
I chuck a pencil at him. “I’m about to hate you,” I say.
“All right, behave yourselves,” Miles says before Joel can throw something back at me. “What happened with Davey?”
“He was flirting with a girl right in front of me,” I say, exasperated.
Joel and Miles look between each other but neither say anything. I know what they want to say.
I told you so.
“Thisis what we were warning you about at the start,” Miles says, giving me a knowing look. “Maybe he kept up the act with you for a while—hell, maybe he was actually trying to change—but it didn’t last.”
I glance at Joel. He knows more about all this than Miles.
