by Karla Luna
“She was just joking about the whole thing, no big deal,” Zavier replied, his voice shaking a bit. But hey, he didn’t stutter so much, so that was a pretty good sign.
“Well, that was a terrible joke. Why would she do that? It’s just simply horrible.” I nodded a little when Barbie doll said that. Woo, she’s on my side! High-five, girl!
“It’s really not a big deal…”
“Do you actually like her?” I didn’t miss the slight jealousy and anger in Joss’s voice.
Shit, I should’ve brought popcorn! I even got good seats! Dis’ gon’ be gooood!
“What?” Ah, defensive Zavier was coming up. “N-no, no, no. I just… I just… well I just…”
“He just,” I sternly started, “didn’t like it one bit. He felt weird and all but what can you do with a crazy girl like her, huh?”
Zavier gave me a look that made me smirk. He really seemed close to banging his head on the desk.
“Let’s just drop the subject, please,” he mumbled before turning around in his seat and working on whatever it was that we were all supposed to be working on.
This was History class, right?
All day, whenever someone laughed at Zavier and told him something about Willow, I either glared at them, punched them, or both.
And it was mostly the guys that made fun of him, so it was bad for them because they knew they couldn’t punch a girl, not if they didn’t want to be hated. I, personally, wouldn’t mind it because I would’ve beaten their ass before their fingers even grazed my skin. I would never let anyone beat me, especially a damn guy.
Girls were tough, too. And sometimes, they were way tougher.
It was lunchtime by now, but I decided to skip and go outside to get some nice, fresh air. I heard a few kids hung out at the back of the school where the teachers couldn’t find them, so I decided to hang out there with them. It’s not like I needed time alone to think, at the moment.
But when I rounded the corner, I was immediately greeted by five people with colored hair, very dark clothing, and pierced, emotionless faces.
They looked up at me, and I noticed that they were doing drugs, since one of the guys had a cigarette to his lips with a lighter in his hands, and another had what seemed to be cocaine in a Ziploc bag.
“Evelyn Jo?”
When I heard my name, I took a look around, not knowing from whom that voice came. But when I looked over at the group again, I saw four of them move out of the way in sync so that a boy with a blue and green Mohawk could walk out and peek up at me. I frowned, as he got closer.
“Yes…” I slowly responded, wanting to take a cigarette from them for myself and just go on my own. Damn, I haven’t had a smoke in so long. I missed it.
“New girl,” he said, as the other four people (consisting of three boys and one girl, I think) looked directly at me. “We, uh, we saw how you confronted that Willow chick this morning. Might I say it was indeed cool.”
“Yeah, cool,” the emotionless-looking-girl-person said.
“Very cool,” another voice stated.
“Very, very…”
“Okay,” I faked a laugh and brought my palm up to stop the boy with the long black hair and the cigarette. “I get it.” Who the hell were these people?
“We need someone like you. Here. With us,” Mohawk guy said, and I knew then that he was basically the leader of this little posse. You know, that guy who always had all of his buddies following close behind him like lost puppies, doing what he asked of them.
“Like me?” I almost scoffed as I stepped up and poked his chest. He looked taken aback as he looked down at my finger. “Sorry, but I don’t do the whole crazy mumbo-jumbo stuff you guys got going on here.” Of course, besides the drugs. “So no thanks, buddy.”
Sure, their hair seemed kind of badass, the clothes fitted, and the piercings were sick. But it was all a little too much, especially when they had no emotions at all. Plus, I didn’t do little school posses. I did gangs. Bad, illegal, fun gangs. These guys just seemed pretty boring, to be honest, but who was I to judge just by appearances?
“That’s fine,” he answered, taking out a bag of cocaine and a box of cigarettes from the pockets of his hoodie.
He walked back toward me and then reached back inside his pocket for what seemed to be a bottle of mixed prescribed pills.
“You can still hang with us, if you’d like. Pick any of your choice.”
•Zavier•
“And then…. BAM!”
I jumped when Jesse clapped his hands literally a centimeter away from my face. “The exorcist just stood there and told that girl, ‘Bitch, get the fuck up, you’re just late for your meeting.’”
It was lunchtime on Tuesday, which basically meant it was Story Time Tuesday with Jesse.
He seriously told the weirdest stories, and Ethan was all ears. Usually I was too, but today, I couldn’t stop tapping my feet rather anxiously and looking around the cafeteria for a certain someone.
Where the heck was Evelyn? She hadn’t been talking to me throughout all four periods and I was beginning to get worried. Where could she have gone? Did she possibly think leaving me alone to talk to Joss was a good idea? Because first, on Tuesdays, Joss ate in the teacher’s conference room, which had something to do with being a teacher’s assistant sometimes. And second, it wasn’t like she always came to sit at our table. Secretly, I think she was a little freaked out about Jesse and Ethan. I wouldn’t blame her, anyway. Yesterday was actually the very first time she chose to sit with me, and I didn’t know why exactly.
I wasn’t smart with these things, but could it possibly be because Evelyn was here? Could Joss be… what was the word… jealous?
Nah, Zavier, you’re overthinking things. Evelyn just got your head confused now, right?
“So where’s Evelyn?”
“Where!?” I immediately stood up from my chair and looked around after hearing Ethan’s soft voice, as if he was too scared to ask me that question.
I earned myself a few confusing glances around the cafeteria, but ignored them, even though my cheeks were heated up. I sat back down in my seat.
Turns out, Ethan asked me where she was, when I thought he said ‘so there’s Evelyn.’
I deeply sighed and ate a green grape from my lunch tray. “That’s pretty much what I’ve been trying to figure out myself for the past hour.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, buddy!” I raised my eyebrows at Jesse, his serious face replacing his amused features. “You didn’t listen to my story? Damn, it was the best one by far!”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him and punch him on the arm.
Ignoring him was the best option right now, so I did that instead. “Look, I don’t know where she is. She’s been to all four classes so far, why skip lunch?”
I thought lunch would be her favorite subject, but she wasn’t even here. Psh, wait till she gets a piece of my mind. Wait, no, she’ll probably beat me to pulp. Oh, don’t be such a coward, Zavier!
Just forget it.
“Well, you should probably go find her,” Jesse suggested, patting me lightly on the back as I readjusted my glasses. “I would go and give a helping hand, but I don’t want to.”
Wow, thanks, Jesse, what an awesome friend you are.
“I’m joking, buddy. I’m just too tired to walk around this four-story building. I’m sure you’ll find her soon enough, she won’t get too far. Yesterday, she almost went to a dead end.” He shrugged, just as I threw away my lunch tray and grabbed my backpack to leave.
I looked around the whole second floor first, which was the same floor that the cafeteria was in. But I, of course, didn’t find her at all.
Then I thought about something. What if she was just trying to hijack a car? What? It was a suggestion, okay? Or what if she just went out with one of those stoners that go here and…
Oh, no!
Practically sprinting out of the building, I took a look around the main parking l
ot. Then, I ran around the school until I got to the back.
My eyes went wide when I saw Evelyn with bloodshot eyes, laughing like a crazy woman with one of the stoner dudes.
“Zavier!” She had spotted me now, as she moved away from the boy while giving me a smirk. He had a colored Mohawk, with way too many piercings on his face. To be honest, he really scared me.
The glint in his eyes made my stomach stir uncomfortably.
Evelyn had almost stumbled on her own two feet, but before she could fall and crash to the ground, the guy grabbed her and held her against him.
Suddenly, my fists clenched at my sides and I started to shake. I didn’t know if it was from anger or fear.
“Well, this girl’s pretty fucked up right now, so it may not be a good idea for you to take her back inside,” the guy said, directing his eyes toward the school.
I swallowed hard and started to slowly walk closer to him. But seeing how uncomfortable (and scared) I was, he just sighed and brought Evelyn over to me instead.
He saluted me, as I looked down at the petite girl now in my arms.
Once I looked back up, he was completely gone.
“Hey, Zavier!” I tightly closed my eyes at Evelyn’s loud, ringing voice. “You should really try… that white powder stuff… it’s really something! Makes me really happy to be here with such a,” she paused to pinch my nose, “cute, adorable guy!”
No. No, no, no! She took cocaine!?
My mother was definitely going to kill me for letting this happen. I had to get Evelyn home so that she could rest, and Mom wouldn’t have a tantrum or something. I mean, sure she’s dealt with people addicted to drugs, but this was the first time I’d been involved in these types of situations.
So if you hadn’t figured it out already, this was bad. I was basically screwed.
“That’s it.” I tightened my grip on her waist, as she brought her hands around me, nuzzling her face into my neck. I shivered when she gave me gentle little kisses on my collarbone.
She moaned, making my breathing hitch just at the slight sound. “I’ve wanted to kiss this sexy collarbone…”
“All right. We’re taking you home.” Blushing, I quickly took my phone out and dialed Jesse’s number.
“Hello?” he greeted. I heard the cafeteria’s commotion behind him, too.
“Jess, come outside and give me your car keys. I’m taking Evelyn home.”
“Whoa, what happened? Is she okay?”
I took that second to look down at Evelyn, who had her head hanging low now. I didn’t feel her breathing.
Shoot, she wasn’t moving.
She wasn’t moving or breathing!
Almost giving me a heart attack, she loudly gasped while lifting her head up to look at me and smile.
I breathed out in relief as I focused on the conversation with Jesse again.
“Just come out, you’ll see what’s happened for yourself."
8: It Was The Drugs
•Zavier•
And here, I thought it was hard putting little kids to sleep.
But clearly, people haven’t dealt with the great Evelyn Jo.
Once I finally drove Jesse’s car to my house, she ran inside and turned the radio on. The music they currently played was basically the music the radio always repeated more than a dozen times in one day. Club music was what I would describe it as.
Evelyn turned to me and smirked, starting to sway her hips seductively as I stood there leaning against the doorframe to stare at her.
I don’t know what sort of thoughts were running through my head as she lifted her shirt up to expose those navel and hip piercings of hers, but wow, she was making my body all hot just with her little movements.
Was this how guys always felt around her? Because I’ve never, ever in my life, actually seen a girl dance like that right in front of my face.
Somehow, an image of her body firmly pressed against mine as she moved her hips came into mind.
I groaned and covered my face, feeling all of my blood rush to my cheeks.
Because of Evelyn being here, I was turning me into a huge pervert, wasn’t I? This was bad. I shouldn’t even be thinking these things. It was completely wrong. My mother raised me better than this. I was going to respect all women. Evelyn wasn’t going to change who I was.
Her loud cheering when the song ended made me come back to reality. I realized she was walking over to me now.
I cleared my throat and tried to tone down my blush, but that was just entirely impossible.
“You’ve never kissed a girl before, right?” she asked out of the blue. Didn’t she already ask me something like this before?
Well, she was on something right now, so she probably forgot about my answer.
“N-no,” I stuttered, digging my fists deep into my jeans pockets.
“Can I kiss you then?” she asked while biting her lip and looking at me with hard-to-resist puppy dog eyes.
I faked a laugh and pressed my back against the door, as if I could go right through it if I just pressed hard enough. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
Suddenly, she grabbed my wrists and turned us around so that she could be pressed up against the door now, with me standing closely right in front of her.
She put my hands above her head, as I looked down at those soft lips of hers.
Did I want to kiss her? I’ve never kissed anyone before, but I’ve seen and read how it’s done (I’m talking, of course, in movies and books).
“Fine, then kiss my neck.”
My eyes went wide at the mention of that. She wore a strapless black shirt, so her whole neck, plus a part of her chest, was clearly exposed. She even craned her neck up to give me more room, but it wasn’t like I was going to do it, right? Her skin looked so soft and sweet though.
I shook my head at the thought of considering it for even a second.
“U-uh… I-I don’t…” Why couldn’t I speak properly? I felt comfortable around her pretty quickly before. So why not now? Probably because of how intimate we were, and how tempting she seemed. “Evelyn…”
“Say my name again,” she whispered, moving her hips against the door. I swallowed hard, realizing that her name coming out of my mouth almost sounded like I was moaning it out.
How in the world did that happen?!
She grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to her own. Then, she lightly kissed my cheek, my jaw, and then made her way down toward my neck.
I shifted as she started to unbutton the first three buttons of my shirt, sucking hard on my neck while lightly tugging on my hair.
A strange noise sounded deep within my throat as her hands travelled their way down my torso. Her soft, warm fingers slowly traced the bare skin on my stomach.
Then, her two index fingers hooked themselves on the belt loops of my jeans, thrusting my hips toward her own. We both moaned at the pleasurable feeling.
No, I had to stop her. She shouldn’t be doing this… we shouldn’t be doing this. Plus, I couldn’t just take advantage of a girl in this state. Even if she seemed to enjoy it. Even if she was the one who had started it all, in the first place.
“Evelyn,” I grumbled, clenching my fists against the door. “Stop.”
After a few seconds, she did stop and I felt grateful, yet strangely weird and… disappointed?
Taking a look at Evelyn, I actually saw how worn out and tired she looked. Sweat kissed her light skin, her lips parting as she tried to catch her breath just like me.
Her back was arched against the door, our hips and stomachs still making slight contact with each other.
“Might want to… calm down a little then,” she said breathlessly while winking, as she brought her gaze downward.
I frowned at her, and then looked down – oh no!
No… nope, it couldn’t be.
I mean, this has happened before, of course. I’m a guy but, how did I not notice this before?
“Forgive me, but...” Shit
!
Did Evelyn do this? Well, it was pretty obvious since she was kissing me and touching me all over to get my whole body excited, especially the southern region.
Jesse always said us guys could never control that. What was I supposed to do now though? She already saw. She knew what she did to me. And the cause of it was never because of sexual intercourse. In fact, that was the most action I’ve ever gotten so far in my whole life.
I was so embarrassed I turned around, hiding myself from Evelyn.
She giggled and wrapped her arms around my stiff waist, kissing my shoulder, which was luckily still covered up by my button-up. Though I noticed my shirt was halfway unbuttoned by now.
I was breathing heavily, my heart racing.
Why did she have to do this to me?
“Don’t be embarrassed, teddy bear. We’re teenagers. We just want to have fun. And you’re a guy. It’s what’s supposed to happen.” She bit my earlobe, making me clench my fists and grit my teeth at the feeling. “It also means you liked it. You really, really liked it.”
Was she right about that? Well, why else would this happen? Why else would I suddenly jump up and get all happy?
Too bad, my friend, you’re not getting anything. You’re not getting anything until you’re freakin’ married, got it?!
I was seriously turning insane. Maybe I should’ve asked my mother for some therapy sessions.
But talking to her about this would’ve just been extremely weird and awkward. She had already lectured me about this. And now that Evelyn was here, she had been trying to talk to me a little more about sex and wild teenage hormones.
‘Hun, boys your age will soon want to go out and have experience. But if you get a girl pregnant, I won’t hesitate to kill you.’
Of course, she didn’t mean it quite literally (hopefully). She was just really strict about the whole ‘sex before marriage’ thing. I was planning on saving myself until marriage (because I was a loser like that), so she didn’t have to worry at all.