The rain beats against the window in an unrelenting rhythm. You stand by your desk with your arms crossed while Evan leans against the door.

"You really shouldn’t be here," you say.

"But here I am," Evan scoffs. "And you opened the door for me anyway."

"Yes, because I don’t want anyone to see you," you murmur.

"And for a second, I thought you were happy to see me," Evan says, pushing away from the door and shrugging.

"You imagine too much," you reply, trying not to let your voice betray the chaos behind your calm.

"I’m working on that, baby," he says with a smirk. "I’ll start with the fact that you never liked me."

"Drama deluxe now?" you ask, raising an eyebrow and rolling your eyes, then turning your back to him and pretending to tidy the already neat stack of books on your desk.

"Without it, it’d be boring, right?" Evan chuckles and settles onto the edge of your bed as though he’s done it a hundred times before — which, to be fair, he has.

"I love it when you roll your eyes like that," he adds, his voice quieter now.

"Anyway… how was guys’ night?" you ask.

"Reg was simply Reg," Evan says, running a hand through his hair. "Barty interrogated me. And Theo... always with Barty. While I spent every minute looking at my phone. But you know that."

"But Barty didn’t suspect anything… did he?" you ask, finally turning around.

"He asked me pretty directly if it was you I was texting," Evan replies.

"What did you say?" you whisper.

"Barty’s not stupid," Evan says, his gaze dropping to the floor for the first time. "Theo trusts you, though."

"He can trust me. Nothing happened," you say quickly.

"Does Theo know you never actually ended things with me?" Evan asks.

"Evan, we never had a relationship," you say, stepping back.

"You were with me more than Cedric," he replies, his voice laced with something sharp.

"I was hurt, Evan," you say, your arms now crossed tighter as if to hold in the things you never said.

"For a whole year, babygirl?" he says, using the nickname as a weapon this time.

"Stop calling me that all the time," you snap.

"I mean... there was never any ‘I don’t want this anymore,’" Evan says. "You just stopped talking to me. One day I was everything, the next, nothing."

"It was complicated, okay?" you say, your voice finally cracking.

"That’s the word you use when you don’t dare to be honest," he says, standing up, the space between you charged.

"I didn’t know how to deal with you after I started liking Theo," you confess, your voice trembling but your words true.

"Classic," Evan mutters. "Moving to the new guy instead of being with the one that understood you."

"I’m sorry if I hurt you," you say, swallowing hard. "But Theo is my great love."

"You know…" Evan starts, softer than before, his eyes searching your face like he might still find the version of you that once reached for him. "I envy him. Not because he has you. But because you chose him."

A beat.

"I think we’ve reached the end of our chapter," he finishes quietly, like a period at the end of a letter he never meant to send.