“SO THAT WAS your girl, right?” Ty asked as he slammed the door shut. He sat in the driveway while we watched Della fumble around in that big ass purse of hers before she finally found her keys, kicking the door open and slamming it shut behind her.
I could tell she was pissed, and I didn’t blame her, but I’m sure the anger that she felt was nothing compared to what I was feeling. I never expected to find Della at that house, especially with Mia. Those two didn’t get along at all, and really, Della didn’t need to be involved with some of the shit Mia got herself into. But she looked to be having a fucking fantastic time when we showed up, and that idiot next to her had some real balls with his hand on her leg like that.
But that wasn’t even the kicker. She mumbled something about Nash being a dad. Well, last time I checked, they were together, so that would make her fucking pregnant. Pregnant? I couldn’t even think about…I didn’t want to, but there was no way I could get that thought out of my head. Was Della trying to self-destruct or something? I knew all about her past and the abortion. Was she trying to do the same thing this time, too? I had seen a beer in her hand and she’d clearly been smoking something judging by her red-rimmed eyes. What in the hell was she thinking?
“She’s not my girl,” I corrected Ty, but left it at that. She most definitely wasn’t my girl, and she never would be again. I still held onto the hope that maybe there was a chance, even with Nash in the picture, that maybe she would come to her senses and see that us together just made worked. But not now. It wasn’t even a possibility anymore.
We finished out our shift, and by the time I got home, I was pretty much ready to collapse. The past few days of drinking and waking up hung-over had definitely caught up with me, and there were four workdays to go before I had a day off.
I checked my phone before crawling into bed, seeing that a message from Mia had come in.
Mia: Thanks for ruining all my fun 2night! Asshole. Still hanging out Wednesday?
Me: Yup
I decided not to ask her about Della, and why she was with her tonight. I didn’t need to care anymore, even though it was hard as hell not to. I’m sure she would tell me all about it on Wednesday anyway. My friendship with Mia was a little strange to say the least. I thought at first I was just using her because of her connection to Della, but Mia was genuinely a fun girl to hang out with, though that was all I saw her as—a friend. I could tell Mia definitely wanted things to go a whole lot further than that. I mean, she had the balls to flirt with me when I was still dating Della.
I was honestly surprised she hadn’t tried to jump on my dick yet, even though she hinted at it a time or two. I just brushed it off as a joke and then she would laugh along with me. I think I needed to give her a push into Nate’s direction; those two might possibly be made for each other. They both never seemed to stop going, barely ever leaving time to sleep, before they were up and ready for the next night’s adventure. On second thought, one of them might end up in the hospital by trying to out-party the other, so it probably wasn’t such a great idea.
IT HAD BEEN a week since I saw Della and I tried to keep reminding myself that was a good thing. I didn’t need her in my life anymore and if I did see her, it would probably make me even more pissed off than I already was anyway. I hung out with Mia a couple of times in between my busy work schedule, and when I finally forced myself to ask Mia about Della’s “situation” she seemed confused and quickly changed the subject. Maybe Mia didn’t know, and that’s why she took Della out partying with her? I found it hard to believe that she would just blurt something like that out to me, and not tell her stepsister, even if they weren’t the best of friends, but whatever. Della confused the hell out of me, and I guess I was lucky I had gotten that drama out of my life.
I pushed the front door open to my parents’ house, kicking my shoes off as I headed toward the kitchen, the only place I knew my mom would be. Mom hadn’t worked since I could remember, because she had been a stay-at-home mom and was always around for us when we were growing up. It was probably a more difficult job than most anyway, especially dealing with my brothers and me. We caused more than our fair share amount of trouble, me being the main culprit. Now, she seemed like she couldn’t keep herself busy enough.
“Hey, Mom.” I pressed a kiss on her cheek where she was standing over the sink, staring out the window with a plate gripped in her hand. I could see how white her knuckles were, so I gently pried her fingers off, and set the plate down gently on the counter.
“Oh, hi, honey.” She patted me on the cheek after drying off her hands. “I didn’t even hear you come in. How are you doing?” She gave me a concerned look, the same one she had been giving me when I showed up every day to check on her.