“Yeah okay,” I muttered to the smiling perfection as he stood by my door. “Thanks for everything Evan.”
He smiled the sexy smile that must’ve gotten hundreds of girls hooked on him.
Hundreds of girls, but not me.
He had what he came for and I got another night of not remembering Him.
“Wanna get together another time, Ella?” he asked me, using the name I’d given him last night.
“Erm… I don’t know about that,” I whispered, sensing that mom was listening intently to our conversation.
She had (again) barged in on a naked Evan.
“Well, call me when you wanna get together, ‘Kay?”
I nodded, even though I had no mid to keep the promise and call him.
One night was all I needed than I needed someone else.
Spending more time with a single guy could most likely make me fall for him. That was something I was against. No falling in love with a guy. Any guy.
I was still trying to get over the first one.
He smiled again, hoping to ensnare me and change my mind.
“Bye Evan,” I interceded before he further made a bigger fool of himself. I was so not gonna be falling for that or him.
“Bye Ella,” he replied and leaned in, giving me a peck on the cheek.
He smelt like fresh mint and alcohol from last night.
“RORA!” I heard mom call out from the kitchen.
“Got to go,” I muttered as I pushed him fully out the door and slammed the door shut in his face.
I chuckled low at the confused expression Evan had when mom had called me by my real name.
I huffed out a sigh as I sauntered over to mom.
She was gonna be screaming at me in 3-2---
“AURORA NATALIA REESE!” her tone was dark and angry as she hissed out my full name.
I smiled at her innocently as I marched over to the island in the kitchen and grabbed the latte Evan had run out for this morning.
“Yes mom?” I asked then took a bite out of the deliciously, sinful piece of croissant he had gotten.
I moaned out softly as the warm, chocolaty filling hit my taste bud.
“AURORA!” mom snapped.
I didn’t even notice that I had closed my eyes. I must’ve looked like a hormonal freak. I opened my eyes and found mm glaring at me, her fire red hair complimenting her nor very red face.
“What are you doing with your life?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I shot right back.
“Why are you sleeping around like a whore Rora? Why?” her tone had softened and he looked like she was actually grieving someone’s death.
I understood that look.
That was the same look I got from some of my cleaner friends.
Someone had died.
I had. Or more like, the old me had.
Jay had helped accomplished that when he rubbed it in my face that he was with Bec-what’s-her-face.
“I’m not a whore mom,” I defended. “I’m just coping.
“Coping?” she asked. “With what?”
I didn’t want to answer her, so I left my semi-hot cup of latte and rushed up to my room.
I slammed the door shut behind me, locked it and hit my iPod play on shuffle as I hit the bed.
‘Dagger’ by The Wanted came on and I lost some of my angst as I listened to my favourite band play the song that reminded me of 2010.
It really depicted what Josh had done to me.
He had more likely run a dagger through my heart and made sure I was incapable of falling in love with someone else or allowing them to even get close to me.
My mind replayed the scene in the park over.
“We’re done,” he had said.
“We’re done! I replayed it through my mind again.
“We’re done. We’re done. We’re done,” I muttered over and over again in my head.
Tears streamed down my face as the lack of sleep from last night hit me and the darkness pulled me into its midst.