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“No, of course not. Don’t be silly. I … I want you to be happy,” I say.
“As long as it’s not with someone else,” he adds.
“Evan, where is this coming from?”
“From the fact that you won’t admit to anything. You refuse to admit that you do have feelings for me, that you are indeed jealous, and that you might even want to honor the marriage pact. You’re just scared.”
“Please don’t tell me how I feel,” I reply, getting more and more frustrated with the conversation.
“Then please don’t tell me how to act.”
The conversation ends on that note, and I feel a sense of melancholy washing over me. Evan refuses to join me in the Uber and I take the ride home, alone, with my own thoughts, feeling more morose than ever.
Chapter Thirteen
Evan
The sun is illuminating the Sunday morning sky, reminding me of the bright and golden lights of last night’s concert.
As soon as the Uber door closed and Emmy’s face disappeared into the night, I wanted to reach out to her and fix everything.
I hate this.
The fight, the words that were spoken, the idea that we left everything on such a sour note. Nevertheless, I didn’t reach out, and gave her some time to herself.
I spent the night reeling over everything that happened, trying to figure out what to do. But it hasn’t come to me yet. All I know is that I miss her already.
I pull up my phone and type a text message.
Me: Hey, are you up yet?
Me: Emmy, I’m really sorry about last night. I don’t know what got into me. I guess I just felt weird at that concert. Maybe I just didn’t understand what was happening. But I’m sorry if you felt put on the spot. That was not my intention.
I’m fully prepared to wait for her to answer. Given that it’s so early on a Sunday morning, I’m convinced she’s probably not even awake yet. But to my surprise, her answer comes immediately. Perhaps she’s been waiting for me to reach out. Maybe even missing me just as much as I miss her.
Emmy: No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong, Evan. Not at all.
Emmy: In fact, I’m the one who should be apologizing. I thought about what you told me the entire night. I barely got any sleep, lol.
Emmy: Anyway, you’re right. I have been sending you mixed messages. But you need to know that it was not intentional. I never meant to confuse you or anything like that. I guess … I’m having a hard time dealing with so many women around you. I’m not used to it.
I read her messages and then read them again, since I don’t want to miss anything or misinterpret something.
Me: Emmy, I don’t get it. Nothing has changed. I get the same kind of attention from women now that I’ve always gotten. And it never meant anything to you before.
Me: How come it bothers you now?
She’s typing and my pulse quickens, waiting to see if I’ll read what I’m hoping for.
Emmy: That’s not true. You didn’t always get this type of attention from women. At least not in middle school and high school. You were kinda tall and lanky, and had a bad haircut. Lol. I mean, isn’t this why you suggested the marriage pact?
Emmy: It wasn’t until you became a big-shot doctor with a lot of money, and you started going to the gym, that you turned into a hunk that all the ladies love.
I read her messages and frankly don’t know what to make of them.
Me: Alright … But that’s not what I meant.
Me: I’ve been a doctor for years. I’ve had many girlfriends … they’ve never bothered you before. What changed lately?
