after what you pulled today, little Miss Papageorgiou.”
This incident could really hurt my chances. More than the rumors. More than the fighting in biology. More than what Eddie did to fuck her up so badly. Evie is nothing if not proud.
“I hate you,” Evie seethes quietly behind me.
My chest tightens painfully. She’s going to be the most complicated play of my life, but the most worthwhile if I can pull it off.
I open the door to go, not wanting to rouse her anger any further.
“You don’t know the real me well enough to hate me, Eva. But I promise to change that, and not because of bio.” I slip out the door and pause on the porch to catch my breath before heading home.
A loss of thirty yards on first down. Time to come up with a bigger, better play on second.
“Oh my God, he wants you!” Christina shouts, her voice carrying through the closed door. I grin and take off down the stairs in a sprint. That’s the first decent thing Evie’s sister has said to her in the past twenty minutes. And she isn’t wrong.
E vie’s already seated when I get to bio. She looks out the window with her arms crossed over her body, trying her best to ignore me. She refused eye contact with me in our morning classes. She even moved to the other side of the hallway when we happened to be walking near each other. I can’t really say I blame her. If she ever overheard some of the things I’ve said about her to Mike or Alex, well…it would probably result less in my embarrassment and more in her castrating me.
Gone are the leg-baring shorts and short-sleeved shirt from yesterday. It’s still hot as Satan’s ass crack out, yet Evie’s outfit is more appropriate for the middle of January. She’s wearing baggy jeans and a black sweater that swallows her body whole. Her contacts have been traded in for her big, hipster glasses. No makeup, not that she needs it. Her wild hair is piled on top of her head and held in place with…Shit, are those pencils? How does she do that?
She’s obviously trying to hide. She doesn’t understand that she’s drop-dead gorgeous, no matter how unattractive she tries to make herself. Poor thing looks hot and miserable though.
She doesn’t seem angry today, just defeated. She acts like I’ve beaten her in some sort of game I didn’t even know we were playing. I racked my brain all night trying to think of a way to fix this. I am definitely not above outright begging if all else fails. When it comes to her, I have zero pride.
Zero pride and hell of a lot of fear. A two-hundred-pound linebacker coming at me with the intent to maim? No problem. A hundred-pound girl ignoring me in the next seat? Hyperventilating.
“Hey.” She can’t ignore me forever.
“Hey.”
“Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry for everything that happened yesterday. Yelling at you in here, and the stuff I overheard at your house.”
No response.
Clearly, I have to try harder. “I’m really sorry you hate my guts. Just…give me a chance to prove to you I’m not the guy you think I am. Please, Evie?”
“Don’t call me Evie.”
“All right. That’s something I have to earn with you. I get it. But, at least let me try to earn it. I promise I won’t let you down if you’ll just give me that chance.” Begging it is.
The tone of her sigh sounds like she’s on the verge of tears. Making her cry is the last thing I want to do, especially in the middle of class where the gossip mongers can run with it.
“You still gonna meet me in the library after practice?”
Again, no answer.
“Well, I’ll be there whatever you decide.” On my knees.
Evie’s already sitting at the table when I rush into the study room. My backpack gets hung up on the door handle in my haste to be near her.
Five-star athlete, my ass. Watch out ladies, the quarterback with the prowess of a drunken ogre is coming through.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“That’s okay. I was honestly hoping you wouldn’t show up,
This incident could really hurt my chances. More than the rumors. More than the fighting in biology. More than what Eddie did to fuck her up so badly. Evie is nothing if not proud.
“I hate you,” Evie seethes quietly behind me.
My chest tightens painfully. She’s going to be the most complicated play of my life, but the most worthwhile if I can pull it off.
I open the door to go, not wanting to rouse her anger any further.
“You don’t know the real me well enough to hate me, Eva. But I promise to change that, and not because of bio.” I slip out the door and pause on the porch to catch my breath before heading home.
A loss of thirty yards on first down. Time to come up with a bigger, better play on second.
“Oh my God, he wants you!” Christina shouts, her voice carrying through the closed door. I grin and take off down the stairs in a sprint. That’s the first decent thing Evie’s sister has said to her in the past twenty minutes. And she isn’t wrong.
E vie’s already seated when I get to bio. She looks out the window with her arms crossed over her body, trying her best to ignore me. She refused eye contact with me in our morning classes. She even moved to the other side of the hallway when we happened to be walking near each other. I can’t really say I blame her. If she ever overheard some of the things I’ve said about her to Mike or Alex, well…it would probably result less in my embarrassment and more in her castrating me.
Gone are the leg-baring shorts and short-sleeved shirt from yesterday. It’s still hot as Satan’s ass crack out, yet Evie’s outfit is more appropriate for the middle of January. She’s wearing baggy jeans and a black sweater that swallows her body whole. Her contacts have been traded in for her big, hipster glasses. No makeup, not that she needs it. Her wild hair is piled on top of her head and held in place with…Shit, are those pencils? How does she do that?
She’s obviously trying to hide. She doesn’t understand that she’s drop-dead gorgeous, no matter how unattractive she tries to make herself. Poor thing looks hot and miserable though.
She doesn’t seem angry today, just defeated. She acts like I’ve beaten her in some sort of game I didn’t even know we were playing. I racked my brain all night trying to think of a way to fix this. I am definitely not above outright begging if all else fails. When it comes to her, I have zero pride.
Zero pride and hell of a lot of fear. A two-hundred-pound linebacker coming at me with the intent to maim? No problem. A hundred-pound girl ignoring me in the next seat? Hyperventilating.
“Hey.” She can’t ignore me forever.
“Hey.”
“Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry for everything that happened yesterday. Yelling at you in here, and the stuff I overheard at your house.”
No response.
Clearly, I have to try harder. “I’m really sorry you hate my guts. Just…give me a chance to prove to you I’m not the guy you think I am. Please, Evie?”
“Don’t call me Evie.”
“All right. That’s something I have to earn with you. I get it. But, at least let me try to earn it. I promise I won’t let you down if you’ll just give me that chance.” Begging it is.
The tone of her sigh sounds like she’s on the verge of tears. Making her cry is the last thing I want to do, especially in the middle of class where the gossip mongers can run with it.
“You still gonna meet me in the library after practice?”
Again, no answer.
“Well, I’ll be there whatever you decide.” On my knees.
Evie’s already sitting at the table when I rush into the study room. My backpack gets hung up on the door handle in my haste to be near her.
Five-star athlete, my ass. Watch out ladies, the quarterback with the prowess of a drunken ogre is coming through.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“That’s okay. I was honestly hoping you wouldn’t show up,
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