Chapter 5
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Evangeline's pov
The bruise wasn't from him, it was from my father and Jared just made it worse. Luckily james didn't figure that out. It's been a few days and we've gotten closer. Believe it or not he loves literature just like I do. He breaks me out of my thoughts "so Angel I was wondering if you'd come to this frat party with me" he's asking me out? My father would never approve. He sees my hesitance. "You know Kelsey?" He knows kelsey? Kelsey is a friend I made recently. She's great. I nod and he smiles "she's my step sister. She's going to the party. She can pick you up and you can meet me there"
I nod giving in "okay" he smiles "okay" his friend comes over "hey man what's this a little date?" He shakes his head moving away from me...wow. Okay. "Me and her? Never. We're just talking Steve" pain hits my heart and I grab my stuff as he says "Steve this is- where are you goin Evangeline?" When no one's here he's a completely different person. He's kind, and smart, and sweet and...free almost. But when they're around he closes himself off, they don't see the real him. Hell he doesn't even call me the nickname he chose for me. It's like....he's embarrassed to be around me.
I shake my head "I have class" lying to get away from him and his friend he's so afraid to say he just asked me out to. The same one who called me a prude and a virgin and laughed at me. Steve chuckles "the sweet little virgin just reject you buck? Wow" "She's a feisty one huh?" Is his response. So much for not letting anyone talk about me. "You in on the bet?" What bet? He asks "what?" "You know the one who gets between those thighs get 150$ they upped the stakes" Steve explains. He looks to me "sorry sweetheart." James doesn't say anything but "really?" Is that interest in his voice?
I shake my head "unbelievable" walking away, my heart hurting. I hear footsteps "angel!" I shake my head ignoring him. Maybe my father was right. Men only want one thing and don't care who they hurt to get it. I don't belong here. I don't belong in their world. Even if I wanted to have s*x my father would kill me because I'm "impure" and a "slut" I can only imagine the torture he'd come up with for me. "Are you just gonna ignore me angel?" He asks and I keep walking wanting to find somewhere else alone I can spend this time I have off before my next class. He steps in front of me and I walk around him and he stops me "is this about Steve? Cmon you know that this is how he and the guys are angel. Look. I'm sorry okay? It wont happen again" I take in how his touch feels. Exciting, pleasurable, it makes me feel alive. Like my life hasn't had meaning before he touched me. I shake these thoughts "I've heard this from you before Bucky. I know you want the 150$ but I wont be used like a w***e for you or anyone else to get it. It's best if you leave me alone okay? I'm not going to w***e myself out for you or anyone." My father would scrub my tongue with soap if he knew I just said w***e. I shake these thoughts "angel is that what this is about? I don't care about the money okay"
I scoff "or me either it seems." He stops me and says "you think I don't care about you angel? Really?" "I know you don't james. You don't do what you just did to people you care about" I huff making him stop touching me. I can't stay mad at him if he does. "So me protecting you from Jared, being your friend. That didn't show you that I care about you?" I huff "you were just protecting you chances at winning Bucky. And friend? What friend laughs when they're called a prude virgin? What friend acts the way you just did Bucky" he shakes his head "don't call me that?"
I ask "why not?" He gets closer "because Angel. My name to you is james and always will be. To them I'm Bucky. The big man, the playboy and cold hearted asshole. To you I'm james who quotes literature and has a hard time not taking in how beautiful you are. And stutters when you catch me staring" resting his forehead on mine. I look into his blue eyes and give in but then I hear "gonna move to cash in on that bet?" It's his other friend. He moves away "just wooing her for later" I scoff "bye Bucky." Walking passed them and I hear "Evangeline!" But I keep walking.
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