Has he given up? However pissed off I am with him over the whole Ollie thing, we have to be worth more than this? He has explaining to do, and so do I. After a few days we should’ve both calmed down. Throwing myself into studying and not thinking about this screw-up is okay when I’m busy, but the moment my brain gets quiet time, Evan is there. His hands on the girl; his hurt when he drunkenly approached me and Ollie. Gradually, my mind replaces the drunken idiot from the other night with the Evan who looks at me as if I’m his whole world. I don’t want us to give up again. After a couple of days of phone silence, I call him. It’s mid-morning, so hopefully no chance he’s been drinking. “Hey, Ness.” His voice is sheepish and tired; I’m relieved his tone isn’t cold. “I think we need to talk.” “Straight to the point as ever.” “Are you busy later?
