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Chapter 1
Savannah
Devon drones on and on about the latest guy she’s been seeing. He’s too clingy. He’s too sweet. He uses too much tongue when they kiss. I couldn’t care less. He won't last long, they never do.
I tune her out, swirling my straw in my hot chocolate. She’ll throw him to the curb before the end of the month. Then she’ll be crying on my shoulder about how she can never find a good guy. A week later she’ll find someone new and the process will start all over again. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
She doesn’t want a good guy. She likes the bad boys who will break her heart, even if she’ll never admit it.
“Sav? Are you kidding me right now!” Devon throws her arms up in the air, letting out the loudest sigh known to man. The couple at the table next to us glare at me like I did something wrong.
Sorry I don’t care enough about her dramatics to participate in this conversation.
“I heard you. Ryan sucks, you’re gonna break up with him, blah, blah, blah.”
“That’s not… well, I guess that is pretty much what I was going to say.” She crosses her arms over her chest with a pout. “Am I really that predictable?”
“Not at all. I mean, it’s only…” I glance at my smart watch, checking the date. “It’s only the eighteenth. You’re three days early this month. Ryan must suck more than the rest.”
Her jaw falls open, she stares at me in shock and horror for a few moments, before she lifts her chin, holding her head up high. Devon isn't going to let anything I say get to her. Not externally anyway. She’ll plaster a confident appearance on and bottle up her emotions until later.
“I won't apologize for not settling.”
“No one’s asking you to, Devon. Just… maybe you should hang out with these guys before you start dating. See if they’re even worth your time.”
“But… then I can't make out with them.”
“Well… you can, no one will stop you.” I shrug a shoulder, popping another piece of fruit into my mouth. “I doubt any of them will turn you down if you tried.”
“If I go around frenching every guy I see, people are going to start talking.”
“Probably. But do you really think they don’t talk about you having a new boyfriend every month?”
“You can be such a bitch sometimes.” She chuckles, a smile spreading across her face.
“It’s called tough love, babe. And I think you need it. Stop screwing around with the jocks who only care about where they’ll put their dick that night. Find a guy you can have an actual conversation with and date him. You like to push away the good ones and chase the bad.”
Devon opens her mouth to respond but my obnoxious ringer fills the air. I hold up a hand to stop her, I’ve been trying to get ahold of Mom for a week. She’s always running around like a chicken with her head cut off around the holidays. I know if I don’t answer her now, it could be days before she gets back to me again.
“Hey, Mom!”
“Hi, sweetie. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you. It’s been… tense here.”
“It’s alright. I just wanted to know what is happening for Thanksgiving. I’m not going to drive home if you and Dad are going to be busy.”
“Oh, shush. We’re never too busy to spend time with our baby girl. Your booty better be here.” I can hear the frown in her voice and I'm sure her hand is perched on her hip right now.
“I’ll plan on coming then. I’ll let you get back to… whatever’s going on in the background.” I chuckle.
There are pots and pans clanking together and Dad’s yelling in the background. He’s the stereotypical Italian man, louder than necessary and he talks more with his hands than he does with his mouth.
“Wait! I needed to tell you something.” She must pull the phone away from her mouth because there’s a whole murmured conversation before her voice comes back clearly. “Nixon’s coming home.”
“Oh, ok…” I say softly, unsure of what she expects me to say.
“I thought you’d want to know.” And the frown is back. I swear she misses Nixon more than anyone else. He was the son she always wished for.
“I guess. You know we haven’t spoken in years, right?”
