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were in the back
seat. He motioned to them to stay in the car, before he jumped out on the
sidewalk.
    “Oh my God, what happened?”
Evan asked. “Are you guys all right?”
    “I’m fine,” Melanie said, and
turned away from me. “I just want to go back to the party.” She jumped into the
back seat, didn’t say another word to me. She tossed Evan the keys to the Prius.
“Can you drive the other car?”
    Evan stared at her with a
furrowed brow. “Why can't you do it?”
    “According to Sydney, I'm drunk , I'm not allowed to drive . And I wouldn't want to upset her!”
Her words dripped with so much sarcasm that I wondered if Melanie had ever
heard of the word, subtlety.
    “Uhh… all right,” Evan said, baffled.
“Kenny, can you drive her back?”
    “Sure,” the blond guy said,
and he hopped into the driver’s seat. Melanie and the others took off down the
road, leaving Evan behind.
    He approached us, a grievous
expression on his face that looked more adorable than sad. “I’m sorry,” he
said. “I really wanted you to have fun tonight.” He opened the Prius passenger
door. The front bumper was pushed up against the curb, but the car didn't
appear damaged at all. “Here, get in.”
    I tugged Robert toward me. “No,
it's fine. We'll walk.”
    He bit down on his tongue, like
he wanted to scream at me. “She didn’t have that much to drink. She was fine
enough to drive you two freakin' miles—”
    “She blew through a stop
sign, Evan. She almost hit a kid in the street.” I sighed. I was tired of
fighting. “Look, I’ll just… I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
    “But—”
    “I don’t want to ruin your
night.” I waved him away. “Go. Have fun.”
    I walked toward campus,
Robert at my side. He was still stumbling a little, so we walked slowly, with
me guiding the way. It was barely nine o’clock, but it felt like two in the
morning. People were just leaving campus to go out for a night of wild partying,
and I was the lame-o already headed back to the dorm for an early bedtime. I hated
being the lame-o. I just wanted to be normal.
    “Maybe they’re right,” I
said. “Maybe there is something wrong with me.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with
you,” Robert said, still slurring his words. “You’re perfect.”
    “Yeah?” I tapped my fingers
against his forehead. “Tell me that in the morning, when you can see straight.”
    “But… I’m not straight,” he
said. “I'm gay.”
    I chuckled. “Exactly.”
    We walked for the longest time,
for thirty minutes, at least. I dropped him off at O'Malley Apartments, which
was just a few steps down from McCarthy. I made sure he got up to his room in
one piece, before I headed back to my place.
    I hit the bottom bunk hard.
It had never felt so soft and welcoming in my life. The cold wind picked up outside,
and blew into the room, against my face.
    I wanted to sleep, and forget
this night ever happened.
    So of course I just laid there,
for hours, thinking, and hoping.
    One, that someday I would break
out of my awkward shell.
    And two, that I would finally
be able to put James behind me, once and for all.
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    The car smelled brand new,
like vanilla. And the boy next to me smelled of the strongest vanilla extract.
    Evan wore only a pair of tight
white undies. His hair was a laughable mess, some of it in curls, some of it
sticking straight up. But I didn’t mind. His hands were pressed against my
chest.
    “Sydney, I want you.”
    I licked my lips, and said,
“I want you, too, Evan.”
    He drew his tongue into my mouth,
and I pushed my hands against his cheeks. I was still fully clothed, in a white
tank top and a pair of ripped jean shorts. He wasn’t going to have that, though.
Not any of it.
    He tore through my tank top,
then unhooked my bra with his sharp, needy teeth.
    “What are you doing?” I
questioned, like I was scared of getting caught.
    “Something I’ve wanted to do
since the first moment I saw you,” he