Chapter Eight
Eva
Sitting on my tan couch watching TV, my mind races. Tonight is supposed to be yet another night of being Brett’s wingman. Don’t get me wrong it’s fun, but only when it’s us. That guy from a few weeks back was right. Every time Brett leaves with someone, I start to get that jealous feeling, even though he admits that nothing happens between them. It’s like he’s trying to make it happen but it won’t and I wonder if it’s because of me. I fucking hate that I think that way, which is why I’m trying to figure out a way to cancel tonight.
It’s not that I want to be the one he’s taking home, it’s just I don’t want him taking anyone else home. It makes no sense, I know that. Which is why I need to get out of this. Tonight I’m tired and I don’t want to add jealous on top of it.
Grabbing my phone off the plush cushion next to me, I dial Jana. She’s good with advice, maybe she’s got an idea. At this point I’ll take anything.
“Hey, Eva. What’s going on?” I hear her bright voice through the phone.
“Hey. So, listen I need some advice,” I say, feeling my stomach twist.
I hear her tell Shawn she’ll be right back. “Okay, what’s up?”
“I need to get out of plans I have tonight. Give me a good excuse,” I say, with a slight laugh because it just sounds so ridiculous.
“What plans and why do you need to get out of them?” she asks.
Oh, here we go. I can’t tell her the whole truth, she won’t understand. No one would understand. “I don’t feel like going out, I’m tired. I need a good excuse to tell Brett.”
“Honesty could work,” she says.
Blowing out a breath, I drop my head back. “Come on, that’s not going to happen. So give me something.”
“I get you’re tired, but doesn’t he?”
“Jana, please just stop. If I wanted to listen to this shit I would have called someone else. If you don’t want to help, I’ll figure it out on my own. I’m good at that,” I say, with a bit of anger she doesn’t deserve.
“Tell him I needed a friend. It’s not that hard to come up with an excuse. Not when you really want one.”
Fuck. “Yeah fine. I’ll talk to you later. Thanks,” I say and quickly hang up.
She’s right, I’ve never had a hard time coming up with an excuse. What the hell is wrong with me? Holding my phone, I stare at Brett’s number. My finger hovers over the call button and I drop it. Damn it. Bite the bullet, just fucking do it. Hitting his number, I look at it wide eyed before I put it to my ear.
“Hey gorgeous. What’s up?” Yeah it’s reasons like that I need to cancel.
“Hey, so I’m gonna need to cancel today. Jana sorta needs a friend,” I lie.
“Oh, no problem. Anything I can do?” he asks, making me feel even worse.
“No, it’s just going to be a bunch of junk food and drinking. Thanks though,” I continue to lie.
“Alright, if you need anything hit me up. I’ll talk to you later.”
We hang up and I should feel relief, but I don’t. I feel like the girl who is hiding from her problems. Pulling the blanket over my head and waiting for it all to pass. That’s not me, not anymore. I’m badass and full of confidence.
Maybe what I need is a night out by myself. A night without Brett at my side. It could possibly lead to going home with someone, or hell, at the very least someone buying me a few drinks. That’s what I need. My mind made up, I jump up and go get ready.
Sitting at the bar, in my black dress that hangs off one shoulder and my red heels, I sip my drink. It’s Saturday night and the place is packed. I’ve been people watching for the last two hours, nursing my two drinks. I’ve had several guys come ask if they could buy me a drink and even though it’s what I wanted, I’ve rejected them all. I’ve seen so many attractive men. Men I’d happily drop my panties for, but I can’t bring myself to even go talk to them.
It’s like I’ve gotten so used to hanging out with Brett, it’s no fun without him anymore. He’s really become my best friend. And I was wrong, I’m not immune to him. I’m just as bad as all these other women. Well not that bad, I’m sure as hell not dropping my panties for him.
After I take another small sip of my second drink, I put it on the bar. Fuck it. I might as well go home, pull my hair up and watch some chick flicks. Just as I’m standing up, I hear someone call my name. Turning around, I spot Asher.
A slow grin creeps on my face. Look who’s allowed out for the night. “Asher, how the hell are you?”
He grabs me in a tight hug. “Eva, you look amazing. I’m good, great.” Just as I’m about to make a comment about him getting his balls for the night, he continues. “Oh here comes the reason I’m so happy.”
