chickened out.
I was afraid I’d disappoint her. I wanted to give her everything she fantasized about when she watched those chick flicks and read her sappy books. I wanted to make her feel as loved and beautiful as I thought she was. And hopefully, that night I’d get a chance to try. If that annoying friend of hers wasn’t there.
She didn’t like me. I knew that every time she looked at me. I just wasn’t sure why. Sometimes I thought she was mad. Perhaps she was jealous that I’d picked Avery at that party and not her. Sometimes I thought she was the reason my girl felt so bad about herself. That was my problem with her. She made Avery feel bad and I didn’t like anything or anyone that made Avery feel bad.
I just never said anything. I never wanted to be the reason that she lost a friend. I could deal. I’d just undo whatever damage her conceited ass tried to do. Because my gut told me that she was on a mission to ruin our relationship. And I’d be damned if I let her.
Once I finally decided what to put on, I ventured out and headed towards her apartment. This was going to be the night that I changed everything. As I stood outside her door, knocking and waiting on an answer I only hoped that she’d be there. I hoped she’d be happy to see me. Most of all, I hoped that I could show her that she was the perfect one. Not her snotty little friend.
I’d known Avery for a very short time at that point and suddenly her happiness had become my number one priority. I would live to see her smile. I would do anything in my power to make sure that she never had to know the sadness and heartache of the world. And I would destroy damn near anything or anyone that tried to show her. Even if that someone was me.
Chapter 5
“Why does this not surprise me?” she rolled her bitchy blue eyes and glared at me. “You are beginning to get predictable.”
I had never been a person that hated others. So I wouldn’t say that I hated Colby. It wasn’t that intense of an emotion. But I passionately disliked her. It wasn’t even really her. It was her damned attitude.
The way she looked at me might be understandable if it hadn’t always been that way. As Avery’s friend, I could see her being protective when she was hurt. But Colby had always looked at me with the same contempt. If I really thought about it, she’d done it the day we met. She was simply a hateful and condescending person. At least that’s how she came across. Of course, it could just be me that she was hateful and condescending to.
“Is being a bitch a choice you make every day, or just a part of your genetic makeup?” I wondered if this had been a mistake. Perhaps I should have found a different way to get an answer to the questions that I had. Anything that didn’t involve her.
For the second week in a row I’d tried to go by the old apartment. Our apartment. The one I’d left. The home we were supposed to share.There was still no sign of life. In fact, there was no sign anyone had been there at any point. Avery had never gone home.
I was beginning to feel crazy. Where in the hell was Avery? I had thought their trip to the beach was only supposed to last a week or so. I wasn’t sure how long she’d been gone, but I had been trying to find her for well over a week. So something had happened. That scared me. Avery didn’t just vanish like that. She was a homebody.
The hard part was that there were so many ways this could have gone badly. Something could have happened to her. She might be somewhere sick or hurt and I had no idea. She may need me and I couldn’t be there because no one told me I needed to be.
Not entirely true.I knew that. I just didn’t want to admit it. It was because I was dumb and I’d left her. I’d walked away. It was me that sent her to the great unknown of South Carolina with a broken heart and no one to love. At least I would have assumed she had a broken