Evangeline

I was in the front seat of Ollie’s Subaru, staring blankly out the window as she sang along to some boy band I never bothered to learn the name of. As she drove along, I watched as streaks of rain splattered and streamed down on my window, blurring out the white houses that seemed to speed by. My fingers running along the scar I had on the palm of my hand that ran up to my wrist in a zig-zagging line where the doctors had stitched up my hand.

“Hey, cheer-up space case.” Ollie joked as she smirked over at me. “I doubt anyone will remember, it could’ve happened to anyone.”

Except anyone else would’ve remembered exactly how they ended up in the hospital in the first place. I thought to myself.

It happened in the beginning of summer. Every year I throw a party in an abandoned factory near the docks on the edge of town, except this year something had gone wrong. Someone had found my unconscious body outside the back exit, all over my dress. When I woke up in the hospital, I couldn’t remember anything but the party. Not the attacker. Not even how I ended up outside in the first place.

“Eva…” Ollie said softly, smiling at me. “Don’t worry about, ‘kay?”

I nodded and smiled faintly as she parked the car in the school parking lot. We were early as usual because Ollie had to go to a cheer squad meeting. After walking her to her meeting I was alone. I envied Ollie. One, because she was a cheerleader but also because she was beautiful and confident. Her wavy, honey-blonde hair always fell into place. She had a killer body and every guy in school was into her. We’d been best friends since we were six and she’d always been the outgoing and enthusiastic one. I could be pretty, like her, if I actually tried. I had long black hair until I cut it after my accident. Now my hair just rounded at my cheeks and my bangs are always getting in the way of my eyes, so they were never visible no matter how hard I tried. My style was conservative; strictly long sleeved shirts or sweaters. Unlike extraordinary Ollie, I was...ordinary.

My school was made of four buildings connecting to each other through glass tunnels. On the west wing were the science and math classes, north wing was the assembly hall and the offices, east wing was the art and gym department and south wing was literature and home economics. I sat on the stairs of the south wing, watching as people passed by, some acknowledging me others just going about their business as if i wasn’t there. I was used to this. All i’d ever been was the head cheerleader’s best friend, and i accepted that. Whenever she wasn’t around, I was simply another wall ornament. There, but hardly acknowledged. There was one other wallflower that used to suffer in silence with me. He understood what I went through more than anything...that is until we just stopped talking to each other. Adrien came into our lives around 7th grade when he transferred in from Texas. Why he would leave warm beautiful Texas for frigid cold Michigan is still beyond my understanding.

I looked across the parking lot and immediately saw the a*****e himself lying on the hood of his old, beat-up truck with his headphones plugged in. We hadn’t exactly talked since the night of my accident. When I woke up the next morning, he was sitting by my hospital bed, glaring at me with a look of distaste, silently getting up and leaving. I never saw him again after that until now. It was as if I were dismissed from his life completely.

As if by cue, he sat up and looked directly at me. We stared at each other silently as I took in his messed up auburn hair, his hazel eyes that were apologetic as they looked right at me. He was propped up on his elbows that were covered by his long sleeved, grey v-neck that was layered over his black skinny jeans. I’m not gonna lie, I always found him attractive in a way even before he got rid of his glasses. He always had this boyish, laid-back attitude about him that always irritated Ollie and intrigued me. It always felt like he was talking in riddles and I loved deciphering them.

“Eva.” My view of Adrien was blocked. I looked up to see Evan, who was grinning from ear to ear at the site of me. “Where’ve you been? Haven’t seen you since your kick-a*s party.” He reached for my arm, running his fingers over my scar as if he knew exactly where it was. “Shame what happened that night, huh?”

I jerked my hand back, feeling a shock go through my arm the second he touched me. "Y-yeah." I looked away from him. But not for the usual reason. Evan Conners was the school eye candy, so natuarally I couldn't keep direct eye contact with him for long without blushing. But when he touched me just then, something felt wrong. As if my body was telling me to run.

He put his hand to my cheek, looking me in the eyes with yearn and need. "You should come with me after school." His voice suddenly became seductive as he got closer. Why was my brain still telling me to push him away? The hottest  guy in school is practically all over me so why was I afraid? "There's a nightclub that just opened up in town, it would be fun if you came with me."

"I'm sorry but unfortunately," I was suddenly pulled away from Evan and found myself leaning into a soft grey shirt that smelled of sweet honey yet it had a spice to it as a smooth, fierce voice spoke with authority, "Evangeline has plans with me tonight."

My body jerked as I looked up at Adrien who had a stern look in his eye as he glared at Evan who simply shrugged and walked off.

I pushed away from Adrien with a look of disbelief. "What was that?" I asked angrily. "I was gonna say-"

"You looked as if you were terrified." He said, leaning against the building, his hands in his pockets as he looked at me through his eyelashes. "Plus I really did wanna take you somewhere tonight."

"As if I'd go anywhere with you." I picked up my bag. "You must be out of your mind."

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