leave.
“I still have to pack. I want to get over to your apartment to take care of the door and then see to having your stuff moved. I need to get all of my guitars ready to go. There’s a lot of things that need to be done.”
She came straight up to her knees on the bed. “What?” she screeched.
He spun around taking in her nakedness. “What do you mean, what? You know I need to get finished.”
“You mean after last night, you still plan to go?” Her voice escalated with each word.
“Yes, Krissy. You know I would never change my mind. I thought we had this worked out already.” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing from her.
“If you go, we’re done Ryan.” She laid down the ultimatum from last night.
“Krissy, I’m going. I want you to think hard about what you are saying and while I’m gone come to your senses about us.”
“Fuck you, Ryan.”
“No, Krissy, you’ve done that already, and look where that got me.” He spun around and slammed the door behind him.
She leaped from the bed stomped and thrashed, screaming and growling her frustration. She had to make some quick decisions or she was going to find herself homeless in a week.
The landlord had agreed to let the roommate stay if she left ASAP. Possibilities were popping in and out of her mind on her way back to her apartment. At least, her landlord gave her a week to move. When she put her key in the door, her roommate yanked it open.
“The landlord came by and told me the decision. Oh, Krissy, what are you going to do? Finding a new place in a week is going to be impossible.”
“No, I’ve already decided. Ryan told me he was going to ask me to move into his place. There’s the extra bedroom there, the rent’s paid for three months while he’s gone, and now all I have to do is convince Hayden not to tell Ryan.” The ride in the cab gave her time to think of a plan, and this plan would save her a lot of money she would probably need when he returned.
“Why wouldn’t you tell him? I’m sure he would be happy to help you move. You don’t have much stuff and only your bedroom furniture, so it won’t take much for him and the guys to move it all.”
“Yeah, well, I kinda told him to fuck off. I can’t take playing second fiddle to his stupid band anymore. He’s coming here to pay for the door, and he’s paying to have me packed and moved. I’ll wait until he’s on his plane to God knows where and then I’ll move into his place. If he’s gonna fuck me over, he, at least, can take care of me while he’s out of the country.”
“I don’t know Krissy; that’s kinda ballsy on your part to take over his apartment without him knowing.”
“You’re right, but he owes me. He’s leaving me , and he got me evicted. And besides, he offered it to me, so I’m taking it. I just didn’t tell him I would. He never has to know. He won’t be home for three long months and by then, I’ll have money saved and plenty of damn time to find my own place.
“I’m taking a shower. It’s going to be a long day with all I have to get done.” She turned with purpose and walked into her bedroom, passed the splintered door hanging off its hinges in the broken doorframe. She was so pissed at Ryan, and she wanted to cause him the same pain, no – more pain – than she felt at being pushed aside for his foolish ambitions. Aside from shutting him out of her life, the only way she could think of to get back at him was to take advantage of his generosity and stupidity. And she decided she was going to do just that.
She could live with Hayden. He’s new to Austin; she could help him get to know his way around for the next few months. She had it all settled in her mind and had justified moving into Ryan’s place on Tuesday. She felt better with a plan.
“Pour him into the passenger’s side and I’ll get him to the apartment,” Hayden told the guys. “I can get him to his bed by myself. Damn, I’m glad we don’t
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