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tell me what’s going on with you?”
    Relief was the first feeling I had when his silly ring tone of the Everly Brothers boomed from my cell. He had a thing for them, and since my parents danced to them at their wedding, I was named after them as well. He sounded wonderful, happy and somewhat back to his old self again. He still hated Charlie even though he only met him once, but he hated all my boyfriends, so it didn’t bother me as I raved about him, trying to forget about Mick.
    A pounding at the door had me ending my conversation. “Speak of the devil. I have to go, Dad.”
    “What time is it there?”
    “Late. I got a booty call I need to answer,” I teased him, knowing how much he hated it.
    “Everly Jane Moore.”
    “I’m kidding, Dad. But, Charlie is here, so I’ll talk to you when you get back.”
    He sighed, and I could hear the regret of not being here. “You got it, kid. And Ev, remember what I told you, guys are all assholes and only want one thing from you.”
    “Got it. Love you Daddy, bye.”
    I could hear him laughing on the phone just before I hung up. I barely got the door open when Charlie fell into my arms. He stank of alcohol and cigarettes, which was odd since he didn’t smoke. “Babbbyyy…” he slurred, as I turned my head from the stench of his breath.
    “Oh, my God, Charlie how did you get here? Did you drive like this?” I was trying my best to hold him up, but he was almost two hundred pounds of dead weight.
    “Nope. Got a ride from a pledge.”
    Mick’s door opened, and he narrowed his eyes at Charlie before he shot me a look of disproval. Just what I needed . “You need help?”
    “Nope, we’re good.” I helped him to the couch where he flopped down and immediately passed out.
    Mick was standing in my doorway, watching us. “Are you sure?”
    Quickly, I rushed to the bathroom to grab the bucket from under the sink and placed it by the headrest. Not wanting him to be cold, I tugged the blanket off the recliner and draped it across his body, so he didn’t catch a chill. “He doesn’t deserve that, or you,” Mick grunted out right before pulling the door closed.
    Leaning down to kiss his cheek I got a whiff of cheap perfume. I stood there and stared wondering for a few beats if he was cheating on me, but then his phone beeped. I reached into his pocket and pulled it out to see a text from Billy reminding them how much fun they had at the strip club. This news pissed me off because he never came to see me sing. He always went on and on about brotherhood and pledges and no time for my dreams and me. When four months ago he was all about anything and everything that had to do with me.
    It was hard to sleep peacefully knowing he was out there drunk and throwing up. I had heard him dry heaving for over an hour before I shut my eyes. Served his ass right though. He should’ve gone home instead of here, making me worry all night.
    But the alarm didn’t know any better, so it still rang loudly in my ear at eight, waking me. I had a morning lecture and then a meeting with Mick, which I had to admit I was looking forward to it until he tempted me last night. I felt so guilty meeting another guy, but I pushed it aside, unable to fight this odd curiosity I had when it came to him. I jotted down on a note where I’d be and left it for Charlie to find when he woke. If he woke up before I even got back. He was sleeping like the dead when I checked on him before taking off.
    The lecture involving the three faces of social psychology although interesting, still couldn’t keep my attention from a certain panty-soaking smile. I dodged out early to get to the coffee shop before him to gather my wits. It was just before ten when I took a seat before realizing he was already sitting a table away, studying every move I made. “You’re early,” I pointed out, wishing to God he looked bad today, but no, not a chance in hell.
    “So are you,” he said, with that cute little dimply grin.