And I don’t know how to handle it.
Wilder came over last night to apologize for slipping up and even though I’m pissed he brought it up, it’s not his fault. Of course he’d assume Harlow and I knew we were talking to each other being in the same group chat.
But fuck Jake for telling him when he was giving him pills behind my back.
I should’ve knocked him out cold when I had the chance.
But then I think about his little brother and how murdering Jake would affect Kenny’s life, so then I pull back my rage.
Jake and Kenny work on their parent’s ranch about fifteen minutes from mine, so we grew up close, and it sucks now how much has changed.
“Hey, bro!” Wilder walks into my bedroom and starts digging through my closet.
“The fuck are you doin’?”
He ignores me.
“I gotta start lockin’ my door,” I mutter, pulling the blankets over my head and rolling over. I worked a full day, mostly feeling numb, and then came home. I haven’t left my bed since then.
“Gettin’ your ass up and movin’,” Wilder says, pulling out a clean T-shirt and jeans.
“No, I’m stayin’ right here.”
He yanks off the covers and then throws my clothes at me. “You’re not gonna win her back sulkin’ in bed. So get the fuck up and meet me in the living room in five minutes.”
When the hell did he get so bossy?
Reluctantly, I pull myself out of bed and put on the shirt and jeans he picked out. I’m not sure what he has planned, but it’s gotta be better than my current plan of doing nothing.
“Alright, so what’re we doing?” I ask once I find him sitting in the kitchen.
“We’re gonna brainstorm on how to fix this.”
“Brainstorm? When have you ever brainstormed in your life?”
“You gonna insult me when I’m tryin’ to help?”
“Considerin’ it was your loudmouth that blurted it out…I should do a lot more than that.”
“I didn’t know it was a secret!”
“I know,” I say defeated. “I wanted to tell her so many times but didn’t wanna ruin what we had.”
“Well, there’s gotta be a way to fix it, and I’m not leavin’ until we figure it out.”
Considering it’s been three days with no contact, I’m not sure there is anything at this point.
“Wait, it’s Saturday night. You’re not goin’ out?” I ask, grabbing a drink from the fridge.
“No, not when you’re home alone being sad and pathetic.”
“Wow, thanks,” I deadpan. “But you go out almost every weekend. Don’t let my heartbreak stop you.”
“Nah, not until you get your girl back.”
“Okay, love expert. What’s your advice?”
“What’s something she’s passionate about? Or something specific y’all talked about that would be special to her?”
