Evan Blake

“I look so stupid.” Isaac muttered. The suit he was wearing had been one of his dad’s. He didn’t feel like asking for anything from the Mikaelsons, he’s bothered them enough already. His tie was loose and he didn’t have a clue on how he should tie it. “What’s the point of still doing these things anyways? Making everyone as uncomfortable as possible?” 

Evan rolled his eyes at his friend, laughing lightly to himself. “You look great, don’t stress. I’d date you.” The young wolf shrugged his shoulders, nudging the other male as a slight laugh then passed his lips. Himself, he’d chosen to go for some more casual attire. After the founders ball, Evan found out that he hated suits. So instead he wore a pair of jeans and a short sleeved button up shirt. “Whose did you get?” He adjusted his sleeves, rolling them up a little further. Having successfully won the bidding for Amara’s basket, his anxiety was ridiculously high that night, hence the fidgeting.

Derek was awful in most social situations, he just didn’t pick up on most normal cues that others gave off. He never really had, like he was defective in that way, not that it really bothered him. The kid before him was clearly lying, and it drew his nose up in a slight crinkle as he shook his head, releasing the others arm. “I don’t like liars. So I’m going to lay it out for you right now because I think I know what’s going on” He shifted a bit, hands lifting to rest on his hips. “Lot of wolves in this town that walk around on 2 feet. Lot’s of wolves that I can help. You one of them?”

Evan’s gaze quickly flicked around awkwardly, his heart rate increasing as he shook his head, stumbling away from the male. No one other than Hayley and Amara knew what he was, he wouldn’t just go around announcing to some stranger that he was a werewolf. For all he knew the male could be a hunter. “I- I’m not lying. The- They’re for ,my m-mom’s bakery.” Anxiety was the young wolf’s worst enemy, and he felt that all too familiar trickle of sweat running down the back of his neck, making the hairs stand on end. Shaking his head rapidly, he shoved a quivering hand into his pocket. “I-I-I don’t know wh-what you’re talking about.” His bottom lip shook, his heart fluttering restlessly. “P-Please just leave me alone.” Evan murmured, averting his gaze from the man once more. 

“Just a little.” Liv let a nervous smile stretches across her lips, thanking the other with a small nod as they’ve finally gathered all of the floor. This was the last way she wanted to be remembered for, the new girl who got lost and embarrassed herself. “Yeah, just got my time table and everything. Would’ve been great if the teachers actually got up and showed me where my first class would be y’know.” The blonde rolled her eyes lightly and sighed, “I’m Liv Parker.” She turned and smiled at the stranger, before chuckling lightly. “Sorry, would’ve totally offer you a hand shake but —“ Liv added, gesturing towards the pile of books she’s holding with an apologetic smile.”

Evan couldn’t help but smile, the gesture mirroring that of the other. Her smile was contagious, and the young wolf could see a certain kindness behind her eyes, giving him the confidence boost he needed in order to keep their conversation going. For once, his social anxiety wasn’t ruling over him in that moment. “Where are you supposed to be? I can try and send you in the right direction..” Evan offered yet another smile, light brown hues sparkling happily. As she introduced herself, he then laughed lightly. “Evan Blake, we can call a rain check on the handshake.” The boy murmured, piling more of the books into her arms.

Amara shrugged. “I wanted to make sure we had everything. Especially the sprinkles.” Thinking about it now, maybe she didn’t need to come with as much supplies as she did since they were now at his house. But either way, better to be over prepared than under prepared. “Hey!” She exclaimed when he took her camera and jokingly tried to take it back. Seeing what he was about to do she tried to turn away and cover her face before he snapped the picture but it was too late. “Oh I’ll be getting you back for that one. But I’ll just do it when you least expect it.” She took the camera and placed it on the counter. “I can’t wait!” Amara took hold of the measuring cup and slid it towards him, making sure to hold the handle so it wouldn’t tip over. “You wanna pour it? I don’t trust myself.” She couldn’t count the amount of times she’d added too much flour, sugar or salt into a recipe by accident.

Spending time with Amara is as something that made Evan ridiculously happy. It was a strange turn of events really, after the way they the two of them met. She was one of the only people he could truly be himself with, considering she knew about his wolf side. Strangely, he felt more nervous around her than he felt around strangers. Perhaps that was a good thing? Hopefully it would stop him from saying anything potentially damaging. At least for a little while anyway. His anxiety always had a way of creeping back up on him when he least expect it. As she spoke, the young wolf then shrugged his shoulders. “I love the sprinkles, it’s going to look so good when it’s decorated,” the male expressed with a slight grin. Peering back toward Amara as she spoke, he then chuckled lightly. “You can try, but I have quick reflexes, it’s a wolf thing,” he teased, smirking to himself for a moment. Evan wasn’t entirely sure if she’d come to terms with the fact that he turned into a wolf yet but; he still loved being able to joke about it nonetheless. As she slid the measuring cup over to him, he smiled. Reaching for the handle, his fingertips brushed against her hand, lips parting for a moment as a furious blush then crept over his cheeks. “I- Uh- of course. Sure.” Evan nodded his head quickly, casting his gaze away from her to then scoop two cups of flour into the huge bowl on the counter. “So, glamorous assistant, what’s next?” He offered a smile, hoping to brush over the awkwardness he had formed in the air from just a simple touch of their hands.

Renee shook her head as he spoke letting out a soft chuckle as he said his mother owned the bakery down the street she got excited. ‘’Oh I LOVE that bakery! I’ll walk with you gives me an excuse to buy some baked goods while also making sure you’re returned safely and only slightly concussed.’’

A furious, deep red blush crossed the male’s face as she spoke, expressing her adoration for the family bakery. “Oh- I- Yeah of course. I- I thought I recognised ya, from the bakery I mean.” Evan murmured as yet another smile then crossed his face, walking along with her.

kitty was working on roscoe. she was determined to get the jeep in working condition without the duct tape. her blonde hair was in a messy bun on top of her head as she buried herself under the hood. a piece from under the hood popped out and rolled away. “shoot,” she muttered, hopping down as the piece bumped against someone’s shoe. ( @howlingevan· )

On his way home from a shift at the bakery, his plain black t-shirt covered in flour, Evan then stopped for a moment to pull his phone from his pocket. His mom had always told him not to text and walk. It’s just as bad as texting and driving, she always said. The young wolf tapped on the screen, humming softly for a moment before a metal object then rolled to hit his foot. “Oh..” he frowned, peering up for a moment to catch a glance of a petite blonde coming out from behind a blue jeep. “I assume this belongs to you.” Evan chuckled lightly, bending down to grab the part, grease immediately coating his fingers.

“I-um. Not really catching my eye but I’d like to get to know Hayley more, we have things in common, and she cares a lot about me - and I her, so yeah.. I’d like to get to know her more. You-You could say that Amara has caught my eye. She’s super cute..” 

“Uh- Can I say myself? I just.. I don’t really uh- I don’t really dislike people. I mean, that Kai fella I met at the ball was pretty scary but.. I don’t dislike him, I don’t know him well enough to dislike him. I’m gonna say myself.”

“Kind of mixed.. I’m glad he’s back but also, uh, still kind of hurting because he left in the first place.”

“Oh- Uh- Yeah.. She- She does. Amara is really fun to be around.”

Isaac wasn’t sure what was happening when the bully was suddenly lifted off of him. For a moment, he thought it was Scott or even Klaus but as he scrambled to get off the ground, he noticed that it had been Evan. The second guy had been taken off guard and had frozen in place for a moment so Isaac took his chance and shoved him to the ground but then he turned around and saw the dent in the lockers. Isaac glanced back at his friend and saw the blood on his hands as he shoved them into his pockets. He tilted his head but then he looked back at the guys and nodded. “Come on. Come on.” He said softly, grabbing onto Evan’s shoulder, trying his best to keep him steady, and leading him away. His friend didn’t look so good and Isaac could pretend that he hadn’t seen anything at all. 

Evan hated to inflict pain on others, he hated more than anything the monster he was becoming. He had never felt so ANGRY before, he had never lost control before. But, it seemed that his emotions were getting increasingly more difficult to control. “I hate those guys.” The young wolf sighed softly, a hand then coasting back through his sweat soaked waves. Evan was restless, he didn’t know just how much Isaac had seen, and he didn’t know if he was mentally stable enough to even think about explaining it to the other male right now. Feeling the other male’s hand rest against his shoulder, Evan felt a very slight portion of his tension disappear, thankful that his friend had been there. Otherwise, he would likely have still been getting his ass kicked. “I’m so sorry I got you dragged into that.” The young wolf sighed, wiping the blood away from his nose.