The Year We Fell Apart by Emily Martin

Author:Emily Martin [Martin, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance
ISBN: 9781481438421
Google: eYnisgEACAAJ
Amazon: 1481438417
Goodreads: 22449806
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 2016-01-25T18:30:00+00:00

Fifteen

IT’S THAT TIME OF NIGHT that’s too late for dinner and too early for the after-hours crowd. Frank’s Diner is empty.

Frank’s is an old car garage that was rehabbed into a diner. It has a fifties-era vibe to it, and a menu that spans six pages. The huge carport doors are raised tonight, allowing the humid air to waft in.

I slide into a booth near the front and order a coffee.

I set my phone on the table and stare at the screen, sending Cory a telepathic message that he needs to call me back. I’m still two miles from my house. I would just walk, but it’s really dark out now. And I’m wearing a skirt. And that voice in my head is screaming at me not to be an idiot.

More of an idiot.

I was kidding myself with Kyle. I keep ending up with these guys who don’t give a shit about me, who just use me to get what they want. And I guess I was using Kyle, too. It just didn’t work.

I think Graham might have been right before. He basically called me a coward and, given how the rest of tonight has played out, I’m finding it real hard to build my case against the idea. For so long, I’ve been fixated on all the things I can’t control. Mom’s cancer, her hair falling out, the days she’s too sick to get out of bed. Natalie dying, Declan leaving, the rumors people whisper behind my back.

What I need to focus on are the things I can change. I didn’t let it get too out of hand with Kyle tonight; that’s a start. Earlier this year, it might have been a different story. All spring long, I made carbon copies of the same mistake.

But that’s over with. And all I have to do now is figure out how I’m getting home. The way I see it, I could wait for someone to call me back (unlikely), or I could call my parents (even less likely), or . . . I could bite the bullet and try that last number.

I take a sip of coffee and eye my phone. I can’t call. He might still be with Mackenzie. My eyes screw shut and I rub my temples and try very hard to erase the image of them alone in his bedroom.

It’s not like he would actually answer if she were over. And besides, I’m pretty sure he already hates me. So, what have I got to lose?

It starts ringing before I even fully commit to calling him. Then I start praying he won’t pick up. Then he does.

“Harper?”

“Hey.” I squeeze my coffee mug. “Are you busy?”

Declan hesitates. “Not really.”

“You’re not with anyone?”

“No . . . why?”

My eyes close again. “I was wondering if you could meet me at Frank’s? I kind of . . . need a ride.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess I could do that. Just give me a few minutes?”

“Sure. Take your time.”

We hang up, and I set my phone back down where it was before.

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