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ferociously anyway, finding each and every item I could that
belonged to him. I’m sure a few weeks ago I would have cried over the items—sat
mooning over them and the happy memories they possessed. But now, I just wanted
them gone—out of my life. Forever. Just like Finn. Backstabbing, lying, cheat!!
    Instead of mooning over the items,
they just made me angry. Stupid Finn’s
shirt that he had given me last week when I was cold —the night I went
to see him while he was at work, and found him huddled intimately in the corner
with Bianca. I’d brought him brownies, but suddenly I’d wanted to shove them in
his face—seeing him jump away from her when he saw me standing there.
    Then he’d tried telling me they
were only working—nothing at all inappropriate was going on between them.
It was all in my imagination—my worked-up, jealous, story-making mind.
    Grrr!
    I wadded up the shirt and threw it
in the basket, wanting to rip it to shreds. Instead, I scrambled under my bed,
finding more of his things. The thought that my hunt for Finn’s possessions was
only an excuse to avoid thinking about Riley with Ava wasn’t lost on me. But
hey, the job needed to be done. And I definitely did need a distraction.
    So, win-win,
right?
    (Sob.)
    Finally, I texted
Riley. I did it only a few hours before my shift, because all the while
as I worked on purging my life from Finn, I was waffling back and forth about
work. Wanting to go—to finally talk to Riley and just get the mess out in
the open and know where I stood (and probably quit). But another part of me
knew I wasn’t ready. A lot of stuff had happened in such a short while and I
was going to be overly emotional. Heck, I was overly emotional already. It was
like I needed to spend a week where Finn was—in a place that simply dealt
with getting better.
    I texted Riley, “I’m
not ready to see you yet. Can you fill my spot at work?”
    Immediately, he wrote me back, like
he was relieved to get my message. Like he wasn’t jumping up and down to see me
either. Far from it. Probably because he wasn’t too
excited to tell me he was back together with Ava. Groan.
    Probably the thought of dealing
with more girl drama made him cringe. But waaa. Whatever. (Face it, the guy had brought it totally on
himself. I mean, he did, right? He had told me he wanted me to be his girlfriend. He said that, right? That hadn’t been my
imagination … right? Right ?!! Boys suck.)
    Riley responded: “Sure.
Take the week off. A lot has happened. We need to talk, definitely—but
not yet. Talk to Finn first.”
    I exhaled slowly, then swallowed down a lump in my throat. Talk to Finn first . Right. Riley was
most likely hoping Finn and I would patch things up so he wouldn’t have to feel
guilty that he and Ava were back together. I mean , those two had a long, sordid history of fighting, breaking up, and then getting
back together. He knew that, I knew that, everyone knew that. We both should
have been smarter and saw that coming. But since we had gotten “caught up in
the moment” or whatever, Riley was hoping for dual make-ups. If Finn and I
“talked things out” it would ease Riley’s conscience and let him skip off with
Ava and freely forget that he had kissed me and led me to believe we were
making a commitment.
    Well, sorry buck-o, but that wasn’t
going to happen—the “talking things out” with Finn. Not the way he was
hoping anyway. Finn and I weren’t going to “patch” things up. I didn’t care
where he was—a mental hospital or the moon. I was kicking his sorry,
cheating butt to the curb.
    “Right. I’ll
talk to Finn,” I texted
back. But you aren’t going to like what I have to say.

 

 
 
 
    CHAPTER 11

 
 
    Two days after getting Riley’s
text, I blinked, shocked to see him when I opened our front door. I had
expected the knock to be my little sister’s friend that was coming over to play
“Beauty Shop” with Jillian. I definitely, definitively