Chapter 1

Evan's POV The clock ticked on the wall, reminding me of all the time I wasted loving him. Brandon. But was it really love? Now that everything's blown up in my face, I'm not sure I can confidently say that's what it was. Maybe it wasn't, who really knows. It's over now, and that's pretty much all that matters. There was no point in wallowing in my own misery while eating my weight in ice cream. The tears would be worth nothing, just like him. I sat on the couch in Ellie and I's apartment, staring at nothing and everything as my mind raced with self-destructive thoughts. Maybe it wasn't love, but I cared deeply for Brandon. He was the first guy I ever let close. Or ever had the chance to let close, really. We didn't waste much time with the engagement, I was just so excited to wear his ring and call him mine, but I guess the thrill of sneaking around does that to a person. Makes you think you had feelings that you thought were one way, but now they seem differ