by Karla Luna
“Shut the fuck up,” I said through gritted teeth, making him laugh, but he narrowed his eyes as he stood up and started walking closer and closer to me. I didn’t dare step back, because I wanted to look fearless. This guy didn’t bother me and he wouldn’t do anything to me, right?
“I fucking hate you,” I spat, right when I knew I had the chance to. I was slowly starting to hate this guy. How could he just threaten me with hurting Zavier like this? Is he fucking insane?
I gasped when Davne suddenly took hold of my neck, as he pinned me against the door. I opened my mouth to breath, but he seemed to be suffocating me. Oh fuck, he was choking me!
“Watch that pretty little mouth of yours, bunny. I won’t just hurt him but also you. Don’t worry, I’m not abusive and I would never, ever hit a girl… unless I really need to, of course. But you just make me crazy enough to do it.” He paused to slowly let me go. “Now, will you follow up with what I want from you? Remember our little deal.”
I coughed, glared up at him, and slowly nodded.
“Good girl.”
28: I Don’t Give A
• Evelyn •
Bad girls will stay bad girls.
Or at least that’s what I’ve been trying to tell myself ever since I became one and moved here. Though, it really seemed like I was losing my vibe with those types of things. I wouldn’t want to go back home and tell Drake, Ian, and Darrel that I have become what was terribly known as a ‘good girl.’ I mean, just by thinking about it, I’m getting chills all over and feel like puking up my own blood.
I am not turning good and neither is Davne. Though for him, it’s more obvious that he just loves being bad so much – there’s only 1 in 100,000 chances that he’ll ever become the slightest bit of good. Bad boys aren’t turning good, and they’re not turning good for their little good girls either (except for Drake of course, I think). But Davne is a true bad boy, staying true to his roots.
Yesterday, I had done just what he wanted me to do. We kissed – made out pretty heavily – in his bed, took off each other’s clothes, and that was it. Like he had said, there was no sex – unless I actually wanted it, which I didn’t. No matter how attracted I was to somebody, I wasn’t just going to give myself to them so easily.
Afterwards, Davne told me how pathetic those other ‘bad boys’ out there were. That just because a good girl came into their lives didn’t mean they have to change who they are. That also means that they’re not bad at all, and were never bad to begin with.
Now I had no idea what to say to that. Of course all bad boys go for the good girls, but that’s just how things were now (like Jesse had explained to me, oh, so long ago). But Davne and I were still different. He went for the bad girls, because he liked them wild and feisty, which explained his huge attraction toward me. And I went for my bad boys? Except, the only bad boy I have ever been with was Drake. And now he had somebody else. Davne was the other bad boy, but I just, in all honesty, I couldn’t see him the way I saw that geek ass nerd boy. Know which one I’m talking about? Of course you do.
I laughed to myself. Who would’ve thought the bad girl would not like the bad boy, but the good boy? Of course, I had no idea if I actually like-liked him, but I did know he was way better than Davne. And that soon, these feelings would turn into more, even though I didn’t want them to.
Bad boys will treat you bad, but Zavier was sweet, and gentle with me. And I admit, I loved it, more than anything. I wouldn’t want to give that up. He made me feel better. He made me feel loved. He made me feel worth it, like I belonged here. And I’m sounding very poetic and romantic, and that’s definitely not me. Well now, you can see that he definitely was slowly changing me.
I knew I needed to clear my head though, and the only way to do that was to hop on my bike and just ride around. As I reached some neighborhood that was more or less familiar to me, I smirked to myself as I thought about Mohawk guys’ secret hideout with him and his other stoners. Supposedly, they had the best ‘shit’ there was, and since I had nowhere else to go or anyone else to depend on, then I supposed I could go there.
So I did, with no hesitation at all.
I needed to clear my head – and most of all, I needed to be Evelyn Jo, the girl who always went out to have some fun… the girl who was bad… the girl who just didn’t give a single fuck.
Bring it on.
• Zavier •
“So how have you guys been doing with the dances?”
My mother asked me through the phone. She was still at work and I always hated how she worked almost all the time. I mean, I rarely got to see her at times and that majorly sucked. I’m sure if I had a father, things would be more interesting around here and I’d actually have someone to talk with. But they didn’t even talk to each other now and I practically didn’t exist to him. And that was alright, because it went the same both ways.
I just wondered if my mother would ever date again. Sure, when I met that Bradley guy I got all freaked out, but anyone could get love no matter how old they were.
And she wasn’t that old.
Plus, let’s admit, Bradley was a really terrible guy, and that D word Evelyn told me she called him (that I won’t use because I’m still too much of a wimp).
“Great, mom,” I responded while chewing on some apple pieces I had just cut. “She’s been doing just great.”
And she was. Evelyn was getting better at dancing the more I showed her. She was a pretty quick study, even with the small steps she took toward the direction of my foot. But with that aside, she was pretty good and I couldn’t wait to show her the other moves I had.
“That’s good to hear, sweetie. Where is she right now?”
“Um…”
I stood up from the couch and looked outside to notice Evelyn’s motorcycle gone. Typical. Where could she have gone now? I swear, this girl went around town so much I’m sure she actually knew it better than I do already.
“Not sure. But I think she’s just strolling around or hanging out with some friends.”
“Hmm… alright, then. Can you tell her to give me a quick call when she gets back? I have to go take care of a patient. So I’ll see you guys later. Take care.”
“Alright, Mom. Bye! Take care.”
As I hung up, I got a call almost right away. And since it was Evelyn, I picked it up and immediately asked where she was, so that my mother wouldn’t be so worried while working. I hated stressing her out, and the patients she got were sometimes pretty bad and/or crazy. So it didn’t really help.
“Yo, dude!”
I frowned and put my phone away from my ear when I heard a guy screaming on the other line. Was the right person calling me?
“Hey, Evelyn, fire it up!”
“You got it!”
My eyes went wide at hearing Evelyn’s voice yell. She didn’t sound like herself. She sounded high or something.
Seriously, again!? I mean, I know this was her way of having fun and whatnot, but I couldn’t have her doing this. I needed to go find her right now! Before anything bad happened. Oh, the irony. She’s bad, so why do I ever expect something good to come out of her?
“Where the hell is she,” I demanded with a hard tone to my voice.
The guy just laughed, but told me nevertheless. He probably thought I was going to go hangout and do drugs with them, too. Psh. Secret hideout for the stoners? I expected that, but I didn’t really expect Evelyn to hang out with them after the first time. Actually, I sort of did. She was a bad girl with a need for drugs, and that group seemed to be the only one that had them on school grounds. I’ll make sure to thank them for giving me that marijuana brownie. To be truthful, it was pretty good, until I knew what was actually in it.
A half an hour later, I got to my destination. The guy told me exactly where it was and I gave him props for actually remembering something while being totally high. Of course, Mom had the car, so I had to call my little chauffeur, Jesse, who came with his little companion, Ethan. Jes
se got excited about the idea of a new adventure, but Ethan stated that he would rather stay in the car and out of trouble, which made me wonder why he even came. Whatever they wanted was fine with me. I just needed to get this girl and go home.
I closed the car door, or more like slammed it closed, and walked further into the dark alleyway with Jesse behind me – until I found the ‘secret’ doorway for the ‘secret hideout’ place.
I was just about to crawl into the small door, when this African-American guy literally popped out of nowhere. I had a mini-heart attack, especially when I noticed how huge he was. He was as tall as a building, he was practically towering over me.
“Password,” he demanded while putting his large hand on my chest.
They have goddamn security in here?! You’ve gotta be kidding me!
“U-Uh—” I stuttered, as I looked down at his hand. Holy frick, it was the size of my head! “Hah, you see, we uh—” I took that time to look behind me to seek out help from Jesse, but he was already running back to the car. Wuss… I sort of wanted to run away too, but I knew I couldn’t. I turned back to the guy with a big, fake smile on my face and pretended to laugh, but it almost came out sounding painful. “Password. It’s… uh… ugh, really?” I groaned and facepalmed myself.
“Correct, you may go in,” he said, as he nodded almost approvingly and moved away from the door. He gave me enough room to crawl in, too.
“W-wait, are you serious?” At this point, I sort of started covering my face because he had raised his hands, but it was to pat me on the back very gently.
“You want me to kick your ass out of here instead?” he suggested, with a too serious face. “Because I’d be more than flattered to.”
That’s when I immediately stood up straight and fixed my collar. “I-n-no, sir. I’ll just go right in. Thank you for your patience.”
I quickly crawled into the doorway, which led to a small tunnel. And when I stepped foot on ground again, I could smell all the thick stinky smoke and hear the laughing teens. I turned when some of the rock music in the distance stopped, and the lights blinded me before they were turned off, showing a bonfire in the very middle.
“Oh, my god! Who is this cutie?!” I heard a girl yell, and soon, Mohawk guy – a.k.a. the ‘leader’ of this little stoner group – came up to me and flashed me his creepy, pierced smile as he patted me on the back.
“Zavier, right?”
I swallowed hard, not wanting to respond. But I nodded nevertheless.
“Awesome! Welcome, buddy.” He paused to turn to everybody else. “Somebody give this guy a beer! He’s a newbie!” He then turned back to me. “Glad to have ya, man”
“No, no, no! I’m just…”
I cleared my throat, blushing when I noticed people giving me weird stares. But most of them were obviously high, so I’m sure they couldn’t even see who I was, which was good for me. I didn’t want people thinking I, Zavier Coin, innocent nerd boy, came here to ‘do drugs’ and whatever else it was that they did here. “I’m just here for Evelyn. I-is she here?”
“But of course.”
I nodded once and stared at him, waiting for him to continue. But there was only an awkward silence.
“Where is she?” I asked.
Really, who was this guy? I’m sure no one even knew his real name.
“She just went to the restroom very quickly, and she should be here quite shortly. Patience, young grasshopper.”
All I did was continue to stare at him, almost in a weird way, when he suddenly started cracking up, hitting his knee and everything. He laughed for a good minute, and I was getting pretty impatient with him.
“Dude, you should’ve seen your face! Oh god, I will never talk in that tone of voice again. Enjoy yourself for a few. Chillax. We got some chicks here. Or guys, if you’re into that,” he said, right before patting me on the back and walking off.
I just shook my head and brought my hand to my messy hair as I started looking all around for Evelyn. Maybe she already got back and didn’t see my ‘grand’ entrance.
“Hi.”
I jumped a bit at hearing the same girl from earlier. She didn’t look so high, more like she was ready to pounce on someone – and dear lord, I hoped it wasn’t me.
“Uh… hi,” I said, still trying to look out for Evelyn.
But the girl just grabbed my hand and led me to some cushiony seats in a far corner. I didn’t know why I let her do it, but I guess I was just distracted. In fact, I was very distracted, that by the time I turned to face the girl again, her lips were already on mine… as well as her tongue. I froze up, with my eyes wide. I didn’t know what else to do than kiss her back a little, as she was practically reaching for my six-pack, or somewhere around there. I thought she was just about to straddle me like Evelyn had done, but just as she put her leg over me and continued to kiss me while threading her fingers in my hair, I froze when I heard that hard tone that I honestly actually felt pretty relieved to hear.
“Get the fuck away from him!”
The girl stopped kissing me and turned around to face Evelyn, who was giving her a smirk with her arms crossed. Honestly, she looked like she was okay with everything… except for that little glint in her eyes that told me she sort of wanted to kill someone, or was about ready to kill someone.
Oh, dammit!
“Look, Evelyn, I saw him first.”
Evelyn only laughed, but it wasn’t humorous. And it didn’t help that the girl was still practically sitting on me.
“We all have eyes, I’m sure we’ve all seen him before. But really, there’s not much to see.”
Ouch.
“Listen, Eve, I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t boss me around like this is your territory.” The girl chuckled and turned back to me to caress my chest. “I like the little nerd boy, therefore I will do the little nerd boy.” Oh, what… do!?
“Hmm… I don’t like the bitch, therefore, I will punch the bitch.”
“Hey, hey!”
Both girls stopped throwing comebacks, but still glared at one another when Mohawk guy came over with hands raised to indicate a sort of cease-fire.
“Plenty of Zaviers to go around, right?”
When he looked down at me for my answer, I quickly shook my head a few times so that he’d understand I was very serious.
“Alright then,” he paused to turn to the girl sitting on me, no emotion etched on his face to show his seriousness as he nodded the other way. “Stacie, out of here.”
“Why!? I was here first!” she complained, and her voice rang in my ear because of how loud it was.
Mohawk put his hand up and his face clearly showed his annoyance. “Don’t do that. The boy came in here to look for Eve. Now scram, before I tell Big George to throw you out. You wouldn’t like that now, would you?”
With those last words, Stacie got off me and walked away, still glaring at Evelyn.
I felt glad I wasn’t the only one afraid of that huge building outside. Where did they even get him, seriously? Such a big guy like him should be the bodyguard of a movie star instead, not drug dealers.
“Thanks, man,” Evelyn said to Mohawk guy, as he nodded and walked off as well, to leave us both alone.
Evelyn sighed deeply and threw her head back to face the sky. Then, she bit her lip and looked down at me before coming to sit down close to me. “What are you doing here, teddy bear?”
“I uh…” I scratched the back of my neck. “Just wanted to make sure you were… er, fine.”
All she did was stare at me and cock her head to the side. It got me nervous, even more than I already was, and I came to realize that I might’ve just made a mistake by coming here. After all, I’m not her freakin’ babysitter. She can take care of herself. She’s strong, and independent and just…
“Dammit,” I muttered to myself as I stood up and faced her. I had no idea why I have been swearing a couple times lately, even in my head, but I guess things were just getting me fl
ustered. “Look, maybe I should go. You’re old enough for this, aren’t you? You’ve done this before and I’m here, worrying about you.”
By this time, she had stood up right in front of me, a frown etched on her face.
“I worry, and worry, and I freakin’ worry when I probably shouldn’t. But I just wouldn’t forgive myself if something were to actually happen to yo—”
I didn’t get to finish that sentence since she put her hands in my hair, and pulled my face closer to hers so that our lips would simply touch. We stayed like that for a few seconds before she pulled away and gave me a small smile. Nothing was said as she sat down on the couch, and I followed behind her. We were silent and I looked around, feeling a bit awkward. Why did I always have to make things awkward? Or was it just my mind telling me that this was all awkward when it really wasn’t and…
“By the way, when I told the girl there wasn’t much to see, it was definitely a lie. There is plenty to see, and many more besides, I bet. I’m hoping to see more soon,” she said with a wink.
I swallowed hard and felt blood come up to my cheeks once again. I got even more nervous and a bit scared when I noticed her take a cigarette out. But she’s smoked before, so it wasn’t a big deal, right? I felt terrible for lying to my mom, and I really didn’t know why Evelyn kept doing this to herself. It’s not healthy.
“Here.”
I looked over at her again and saw her handing me the cancer stick. My eyes went wide and I didn’t even think about grabbing that thing.
“E-Evelyn, no…”
She cut me off by placing her index finger against my lips. “Don’t worry, it’s just a little smoke.” She giggled. “Relax, live a little.” She then took the cigarette, smoked it in, and then kissed me without any hesitation.
When she opened my mouth with her tongue, I pulled away almost instantly, already coughing out the smoke that had somehow entered my mouth. I looked up at her as if she was crazy (because really, she was), but all she did was give me yet another innocent smile.
“See? Now take it and do it yourself. Just one little smoke won’t hurt you, unless you know, you keep smoking for the rest of your life.”