15
Scarlett
I ditched Evan the second we got in here.
I've had enough of him today already. He's been justthere. There is only so much of him I can take. He's usually best in small doses, but it feels like he’s been constantly shoved down my throat recently.
When I get really tired and hungry, I naturally start to go a little delirious.That’sthe only reason why I called him the other day. Caffeine does nothing to help me stay awake and neither do any type of pills. I was high on the rush that working on the project gave me and I needed to tell him before I lost the momentum. I wasn't concerned about him seeing me almost naked, rival or not, I'm comfortable enough with my body to not give a shit.
But when he’s around, the temperature either goes below zero or scorching hot. It fluctuates every time he’s near and it drives me insane.
At my house: freezing. Shouting at him in the woods: hot. Him carrying me and diggings his fingers into my thighs: freezing. The simple, tiny touch that sent electric shocks across my body as he tucked a strand of hair behind my head: hot, hot, blazing fucking hot.
These types of feelings are easy to get rid of and ignore because Evan is the last person on earth to ever give me electric shocks.
To get rid of that feeling tonight, I found the first guy that gave me the ‘fuck me’ eyes and took him to the bathroom.
Still, when I’m walking out, readjusting my dress, and double checking my makeup is clear in my hand mirror, Evan’s standing right in front of me.
Great. Just fucking great.
My hair is as good as it can look after being drenched with rain. My dress had dried after putting it under the hair dryer. Still, I don’t want Evan to see me like this. I don't wantanyoneI know to see me like this. I came here for a little fun. A release. Not a lecture from the look of disgust on Evan’s face.
“Done with Steve already?” Evan asks, an evil smirk on his lips. I scoff and brush past him. The guy that I just with, follows me too, both him and Evan hot on my heels.
“It wasMaxand not yet,” I say, correcting him, knowing he’s trailing behind me. I stop abruptly, wanting this conversation to die a quick death so I can get on with my night.
“But you were just…With him…” Evan splutters, gesturing towards the guy silently standing by my side. Jason, I think his name was. He’s a cute guy; tall, brunette, buzzcut. My usual type.
Mason thinks it’s his time to shine as he extends his hand to Evan. “I’m Henry.”
Okay,what? I just fooled around with someone who has the same name as mybrother.What the hell?
Evan looks down to Jaxon-no, Henry’s hand and grimaces. “Don’t care,” he says, and I try not to laugh at the way poor Henry’s face drops. He disappears as Evan turns to me. “Well, does it mean you’re done with Max if you were just…” He trails off again.
“I was just…what? Spit it out, Branson.”
“You look like you’ve just had sex,” he points out, lowering his voice as he gestures at my outfit.
“Oh, and who named you the judge of sex, Mr Branson? Because I don’t remember that ever being your title,” I say back, raising an eyebrow.
“Careful, Angel. Keep calling me that and I’ll think you actually like me.”
I scoff, rolling my eyes.God, he’s so infuriating.He does one nice thing, like carry me in the rain and then he starts to be a jerk again. I swear it’s just wired in him. It's only a matter of time before he acts up again.
“For your information, I spilled a drink on my - already recovering - dress and he offered to help me clean it up. You see, that’s what gentlemen do, Evan. They clean up messes they don’t even make,” I argue. I leave out the part where he may have finger-banged me into next week because I don’t think that would help my case.
He nods, crossing his arms against his chest as he leans against the pale blue wall. “Whatever you say.”
For some reason, I don’t believe that he’s choosing to play this cool. He doesn’t have any right to comment on how I look like I’ve fucked somebody or better yet, be rude to people I have fooled around with. Not like I’m any better, but it’s weird when he does it.
I give him one last look before turning around and finding the reason I came here.
Evan
It only takes Scarlett twenty minutes for herto ditch me again and find some other dude to warm up to whilst getting slightly drunk. I don’t know how she’s managed to salvage her wet-hair disaster and turn it into a pretty decent look. It’s working like magic for her because she hasn’t been left alone for over two minutes as guys circle around her like vultures.
She doesn’t care though. Or maybe she does and she’s enjoying it. Because her eyes are closed, her hands are in the air as she sways to the music. Some girls even come up to me to talk, like they always do at these exclusive events, but I can’t even give them the time of day.
