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We stood there, glaring at one another, eyes saying all the things we were too scared to say. Until I let out a long sigh.
“Eli is my brother. I’d never let anything happen to him. I take him to pre-K, pick him up, make him dinner. I’m there for him. I have been there for him since he was born.”When you decided drowning your sorrows in a bottle was more important than taking care of your kids.“But I’m eighteen, and I deserve a life too. Becca’s not going anywhere. Get used to it.” Because if I had my way, Becca would be a part of my life.
I’d sensed the change in her outside Teller’s. She didn’t want to let me back in—had convinced herself that I couldn’t break down her barriers—but I’d pushed just enough until, piece by piece, her walls crumbled. And now that I had an in, I didn’t plan to give her a reason to push me out again. If that meant going public, if it meant declaring to the whole fucking school that she was mine, then that was what I would do.
Because I refused to lose her again.
I checked my phone to see if she’d replied yet. I’d texted her out in the car that I would pick her up for school in the morning, and of course, she’d refused. But I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I was slowly learning that Becca was like a caged animal. If you gave her too much space, she’d make a run for it. Shucking out of my jeans, I yanked my t-shirt over my head and flopped onto the bed.
Are you sleeping?
It was lame. Hell, I was lame. But tonight was everything to me. I needed her to know that. She texted back this time.
No, but I’m in bed.
What are you wearing?
Jesus, I sounded like a lovesick puppy, but she did that. She made everything seem brighter somehow. Becca made me want a shot at normal.
Evan!!! Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Night, Becca.
Night, Evan.
Perhaps it was a good thing she ended the conversation. All this stuff was bubbling inside me. Stuff I wanted to tell her. I’d never felt that before—not that there’d been anyone for a while. I’d given up on trying to date when taking care of Mom and Eli had become a full-time job. Not that I’d really dated in the first place, but there had been a couple of girls here and there.
No one like Becca though.
No one affected me the way she did.
I hit the light switch on the wall behind me and threw an arm behind me. I was too wired to sleep. I could still taste her, feel her wrapped around my dick. The way she just gave it up for me, right there in the back of my Impala.
Fuck. Becca would be the death of me.
And I just couldn’t seem to find it in myself to care.
* * *
Becca’s house came into view, and I pulled over, cutting the engine. She hadn’t replied to my text this morning, probably hoping if she pretended it wasn’t happening, then it wouldn’t. But I was here, and she was getting in my car and riding to school with me whether she liked it or not. We were doing this. All in. It was probably what I should have done all along instead of trying to keep our relationship a secret.
I intended on making up for lost time. Screw Mom, screw Kendall and the man she called dad. Screw them all. A smile broke over my face, remembering Eli’s words of encouragement this morning when I dropped him off at pre-K and told him my plans to pick up Becca.
“She has to say yes, Ev. She’s in our club now,” he’d said, high-fiving me like a champ.
The little shit loved her more than I did. Fuck.I shut down that line of thought. There was going public, and then there was losing my damn mind.
The curtain twitched in the front window, a woman’s face scowling in my direction. Okay, so maybe I hadn’t quite thought my plan through, but what the hell? I was throwing in all my chips—making myself a part of Becca’s life—so meeting her mom would happen sooner or later. I just hoped her dad had already left for work.
Running clammy hands down my black jeans, I climbed out of the Impala and strolled up her driveway.
The door opened before I could knock. “Can I help you?” The woman’s eyes narrowed, and she knew exactly who I was. Maybe she’d seen me drop Becca off last night.
“Hi, Mrs. Torrence,” I said, hands jammed into my back pockets. “I’m Evan, a friend of Becca’s.”
“Hmm, hello,” she replied icily. Yeah, she’d definitely seen me—or the Impala—last night. “I’m Melinda, Becca’s mom.”
“And I’m out of here.” Becca appeared, looking flustered as she leaned up to press a kiss to her mom’s cheek before ducking underneath her arm. “I’ll see you later.”
