The one who ended it all

Chapter 29:

Maeve's pov

My thanksgiving was good. For most of my childhood my mom was the one to cook, probably to make me believe that women do belong in the kitchen so I just always thought that my dad was a really shitty cook. But he is actually a great cook, and knows how to truly put up a thanksgiving meal.

After days of enjoying leftovers, Jeremy and I decided to have lunch at some shitty diner where we used to go when we were little. It still looked the same, but now that old painted walls and those chipped tables didn't make as much sense as they did back then. "That's the waiter you had a crush on when we were little" I say pointing out to an older woman with blonde hair up in a bun.

Jer turned and stared at the woman for a brief second, she obviously looked older than she did all those years ago. Her face looked more lived, she had much more experience and could now juggle many empty and dirty dishes in her wrinkly hands. Once my brother turned to look at me, I could see the blush on his face, how flushed and embarrassed he truly felt to be here. I remember that when he was sixteen, and I was twelve, he brought me here and asked the woman out on a date. I remember that she laughed in his face and wrinkled the napkin with his number on it.

"That woman broke my heart" he mumbled, a hand to his chest. I laughed back and felt my phone vibrate in my denim pocket.

Flirty boy: how's minnesota treating you?

I felt my smile grow wider, and my cheeks heated up. Once again, Scott had proven that he could turn me into a shy teenager. Jer's fake cough awoke me from watching the device in my hands, I looked up at him and watched his eyebrows rise, a smirk forming on his lips. "Is that the infamous guy?" "What guy?" I asked nonchalantly because I had never mentioned a guy during my stay.

"Or girl?" "There is no guy or girl, Jerry" he scoffed at the nickname, my brother always hated his first name as much as I hated my middle one.

Jeremy reached over and took my phone from my hands, I had to hold back from punching him in the throat. "Flirty boy?" he read. His thumb scrolled our chats as I prayed to whoever was listening to kill me. He yucked and handed me back the phone.

"From the few messages I have read, you two are apparently two big fucking perverts, now who is he?" I shrugged.

"He isn't my boyfriend, he is the guy I am sleeping with" "why are you being so general? You are usually the one that enjoys giving me all the details" he pointed a guilty finger at me and I rolled my eyes at him. His eyes for a moment went blank as if he came to some weird realization.

"Do I know him? Is he one of my friends? Anything but just don't tell me that he is Liam Jones or I'll cut your throat with this butter knife" he was now pointing at the dirty knife with his chin, I sighed back. "He is not Liam Jones, but you do know him" "just fucking tell me Maevey"

"It's Scott Edwards" I said and watched his eyes go wide and it almost looked like he would've jumped on this table and then out of the dirty window. "You and Scott, fucking hell the world is weird" was all he said before taking a moment to truly understand what that meant.

One I wasn't a virgin, but he knew that because of dicky Mitchell.

Two he would now have to kill a guy he actually liked.

Three Scott and I were two big perverts.

Me: everything is good, btw my brother may or may not have found out about us

Flirty boy: does he still like me?

Me: my brother is probably in love with you, so you're fine