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Evie
The entire campusis decked out. Students are dressed in red and black. Some have even dyed their hair school colors in honor of Homecoming week.
Me? I'm sulking. Still.
After finally coming face to face with Leo, and being turned down, I can't seem to pull myself out of this funk.
I want to.
It was only supposed to be sex. I'd lose my virginity and go on with my life. I wasn't looking for a relationship. I didn't choose him because I was searching for my happily ever after.
Sex.
That's it.
Yet, for some reason, I'm holding out hope. Holding on to the fact that I felt something with him. When he touched me. Looked at me. I felt a spark I can't deny.
My body responded to his. It craved him.
It still does.
I've tried to ignore it. To avoid thinking about him and his intoxicating scent.
And as soon as I think I'm getting stronger, I turn the corner and see him. Only, it's not really him. It's someone with a similar build. Or the same messy brown hair.
I even tappedhisshoulder once, unable to stop myself. But whenheturned around, the soft honey-brown eyes I was expecting weren't staring back at me.
Don't get me wrong, the guy was nice and understanding when I explained I mistook him for someone else. He even asked me out on a date, which I politely declined.
"You need to find someone else. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." Sierra's been a pill lately.
Or maybe I've just been intolerant of her advice. That's a strong possibility.
"I'm not going to sleep with someone to try to get over him."
Him.
Not Leo. I only refer to him by his name in my head, never out loud. It's too painful to say and even more painful to hear. Tears come of their own volition any time he's mentioned by name.
"But you were going to sleep with him just to get rid of your virginity?"
Like I said ... she's been a pill lately. And she doesn't know when to shut up.
"All I'm saying is that your logic is fucked up. If you want to get rid of your v-card that bad, just do it. You don't care if it's special; you said so yourself. If it bothers you that much, just find a guy and get it over with. Or..."
Her voice trails off, and my shoulders tense, a sign she's about to say something I'm going to dislike even less than her current suggestions on my love life, or lack thereof.
"Or…" she continues, clearing her throat. "You can march over to his dorm and throw yourself at him. It's not like he wasn't interested. He just didn't want to die for a one-time roll in the sheets."
But it wouldn't have been just one night. I know that, and so does he. One touch and we ignited. A flame burning brightly between us. The fire so hot, I was willing to get burned just for one taste. One more touch. More of everything he had to offer.
And the lust in his eyes told me he felt the same way.
Is that why he walked away?
Did he really think it would only be for one night? That I didn't feel everything he felt?
That all I wanted was to piss Max off?
