"They're here all the time." Most of them just didn't have the gall like the two bitches she'd sent after him to actually ask her where he was. They'd lay by the pool gazing up at his apartment, hoping to see his face in the window, or they'd go out of their way to walk by the apartment on their way to work in hopes of seeing him coming down the stairs in the morning.
She stopped talking, however, when Evan used the official words 'broken up'. Until now, she'd been hanging in limbo, wondering exactly what the hell she and Evan were doing. A week apart screamed break up, but a part of her had still been holding out for 'on break'. So much for that. "You're just pissed because this dress isn't for you," she answered, though it didn't hold the bite it might have. Hearing that they were over, really over, it had knocked the wind out of her sails.
"What are you even doing here?" She asked, letting her head lean against the other side of the door frame. She was exhausted, and this wasn't helping. "Did you just come to make me feel like shit and... and tell me what a slut I am?"