Woah.
Nobody tells me what to do.At least not anymore. So why would Evan barge in here yelling at me? Why is he in New York? How did he find me? Where the hell has all this tension come from? Too many questions I need answers to, and I find my curiosity starting to get the best out of me.
“Stay here guys. If I’m not back in five minutes, that means I’m gonna need an alibi,” I say as I walk towards the exit, avoiding Evan’s searing gaze and bypassing the coat check altogether.
Time to match some fucking energy.
10
Evan
As soon asshe hits the sidewalk, I realize that she probably should have made a pitstop for her coat on her angry strut out of the club.
“For Christ's sake Amelia.” I groan as I take off my suit jacket and attempt to put it on her. She quickly snatches it out of my hands, and begrudgingly puts it on, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Explain yourself. What are you doing here?” Amelia demands.
“I was about to say the same to you.” I scoff. “What the hell has gotten into you Amelia? If your brother saw you right now—”
“NO.” Amelia cuts me off, poking her index finger into my chest. “You don’t get to do that.”
Poke.
“No onegets to make me feel anything I don’t want to feel anymore.”
Poke.
“My need of being perfect died with my mother.”
Poke.
“I now do what I want, when I want, and I answer to no one.”
Poke.
I grab her hand on the last poke and keep it on my chest. I look down, quickly realizing she’s not wearing her engagement ring. She follows my gaze and I watch her eyes widen and begin to mist.
Fuck. Here come the tears.
She rips her hand out of my grasp and immediately turns toward the street’s curb. Before I get the chance to pull her in to me, I watch as she bends over, throws her hair over her shoulder and begins to vomit.
Nope. Still definitely not crying.
Teddy appears immediately and hands me a fistful of napkins. He must have been watching the whole debacle. “I’ll go grab some water from the bodega on the corner. Be back in a second!” he offers a sheepish smile.
“Here. Take these.” I offer the napkins to Amelia.
“Ughhhh please just go away now,” Amelia pleads as she grabs the napkins and tidies up.
“Woah, clean up on aisle five!” Nikki teases, walking over to us with Justin tailing behind. “Did you get any in your hair?” Nikki asks, rubbing Amelia’s back as she starts to vomit again. “I got you girl. Let it all out, you’ll feel better in a minute.”
“How much has she had to drink? Do I need her to get her stomach pumped at the hospital?” I scold.
“Calm down there cowboy. We drank water throughout the night, but this one insisted on a street dog after our second round of drinks here, so that’s most likely your culprit. Besides, my girl here is in the market for a different kind of pumping.” Nikki winks.
“Nikki!” Amelia shouts as she stands up straight. Evidence of her projectile vomit nowhere to be seen on her face. My Tom Ford suit jacket on the other hand hasn’t gone unscathed.
Teddy reappears and hands the bottle of water to her. “Here you go, miss.” She looks at Teddy suspiciously, then takes the bottle.
