Levi
I wish I hadn’t seen her today. It’s so much easier to stay mad and not miss her as much if I don’t see her or hear her voice. The texts were starting to piss me off though. At the same time, I get it. The roles were reversed not too long ago, but I tried and then let her be until she was ready. Presley needs to let me do that and after today, I think she understands.
But God, do I want to go over there right now and forget this ever happened. I just can’t. Not yet. That kiss on my cheek was almost my undoing. That’s why I didn’t want her to take my hand because I knew that if she intertwined her fingers with mine, I would be a goner. I can’t have her soft skin invade my thoughts any more than it already has. I’ve got to process all that she said.
She lied. I already knew that. She went behind my back. Knew that too. But she says it was because she didn’t want to upset me. And I would have been upset for sure. On the other hand, she still should have told me because if she truly believed whatever it was he told her, I wouldn’t stop her from hanging out with him. Would I like it? Hell, no. But I don’t want to be that ‘overbearing jealous jackass’ either.
I run a hand through my hair because it all still just pisses me the fuck off. All she had to do was say, “Hey, Levi, I’m going to hang out with Zack because supposedly, he’s not the asshole you think he is.” Or something like that, even though, I was completely right.
Wait.
What about the holding hands thing? What’s her explanation for that? Ugh, I just want this to be over with already. I’m tired of thinking about it all the time and then re-examining everything that’s happened in the past three months, searching for any other times where she lied to me.
Another day passes and Presley doesn’t text once. Now I kind of miss all those texts even though they all had a variation of the same message. When I talked to Pops earlier, he didn’t ask me about everything going on with her either. Part of me is so happy, but then again, if he doesn’t ask, I don’t have an excuse to think or talk about her.
This is so fucked up.
I feel like I need to go play hockey or cut down a tree or something manly instead of feeling like freaking chick who just got her heart broken and eats ice cream all day for a week. A banging on the door followed by an, “Open up, Carr,” makes me get up from the couch to answer the door.
“What do you want, McCarthy?” I ask opening the door. When I see Zack with an apparent broken nose and black eyes, I just raise an eyebrow at Trevor. He’s not about to see how badly I want to kill him right now.
“This shit is about to end, Carr,” he says pushing past me to walk inside. “Do you know how many times Presley has cockblocked me just today? Too damn many.” McCarthy plops where I was just sitting on the couch and Zack sits beside him.
“Not my fault that you are frustrated and horny,” I tell him as I sit in the recliner. “Now, what do you want?”
Trevor looks expectantly at Zack. Zack clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably.
“Okay, so there seems to be a small issue that I need to clear up, about Pres and me.”
“You think?”
“Look, Levi, it’s not a secret that I like Presley. We’ve been friends since we were kids and dated in high school.”
“Seriously? Do I look like I care? She was with me, not you. How big of a hint did you need?” Because I could have saved us all the trouble with a hint of my own for him to stay away from her.
“Okay, you’re right. I just thought that when I came back from studying abroad, she would still be single and I could swoop in. I made a mistake, okay? But she loves you. I’ve never seen her so upset. I mean, she broke my nose at the party after I kissed her.”
What? That’s how he broke his nose? I can’t help my grin. “She did that to you?” He nods. “Damn, McCarthy. Your sister can hit better than you.”
“Told you she has a temper.” Trevor smirks.
“Levi, she loves you. She is really hurting. I know you are upset too, but she lied to protect me from you. Though I feel now, I shouldn’t have played my little game, because my face is still throbbing, but it’s you she wants. Not me. That’s why Trevor dragged me over here. He wants you to know the truth.”
How wrong is it that I’m still trying to get over the fact that she punched him and broke his nose? I can’t help but laugh internally, but this isn’t over yet. “What about the hugging and hand holding at the restaurant?”
“Well, that was just Presley being friendly. None of it was about sex or flirting. It was just her hugging a friend.”
“And it was all friend stuff when you were with her and Marley one day?”
“Yeah, we were just hanging out and talking. Nothing else.”
“And that made you think that you still had a chance with her?” I shake my head at him. “Basically, she didn’t make any advances towards you whatsoever, but you did at the party?”
“I thought if I kissed her, she would see how much I wanted her and we could try and become involved in a more serious relationship. I mean, she is my first love and I thought I was hers, but I’m not.”
“Kissing her wouldn’t have made a difference. You obviously don’t know that she pretty much thinks I’m a sex god. Calls me God Levi all the time.” I smirk.
“Levi, seriously. I don’t need to hear this,” Trev inserts.