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Clara sat on the bench under a gigantic tree and surrounded by many varieties of flowers and messy bushes. Evelyn sidled onto the bench next to Clara and propped up one of her feet and turned to face her left. Clara was similarly facing Evelyn, though both her feet were on the ground and intertwined.Â
âTell me everything,â Clara said, practically demanded, and Evelyn bristled. Seriously, overprotective instincts or not, this type of thing rang so harshly, full of attitude, no one would believe Evelyn that Clara Williams was the one saying it. Her voice was exactly like the cool chill that brushed over Evelynâs bare shoulders, and she hated that she always came so unequipped with stuff to gymnastics.Â
Her primary concern before gymnastics was always going to be making sure that she hadnât somehow forgotten her grips, not whether she had a jacket or not.Â
Whatever. Time to answer Miss. Student Council President. Evelyn stared straight into Clara Williamâs blue eyes, a habit that she probably needed to stop and started explaining. âI donât know if you came to that party two months back, Lilithâs party, but-â
âYeah, I know,â Clara said, completely interrupting Evelyn. Wow, the attitude level was high right now. Either protective spirit made Clara mean, or she was only an asshole when nobody was watching except inconsequential people like Evelyn Allen. At least it made it easier for Evelyn not want to absolutely sink into beautiful blue eyes. Really, listening skills were hot. Clara should consider developing them, though she probably made up for it with the nice girl attitude she had to literally everyone except Evelyn in school.Â
Seriously, what the hell had Evelyn done to Clara Williams to get such a drastic reaction? Such a change in personality was honestly unprecedented, and when people saw her, they did tend to be either angry, disappointed for some reason, pitiful, or disapproving as if they had any say in her life. Or they were scared that Evelyn would do something to them, which was seriously wild, because sheâd only done shit to people who hurt people she cared about. And assholes in general.
âOkay,â Evelyn drawled, telling herself to stop trying to figure out Clara Williams. Maybe she was just⌠An asshole at home or something. It did not need to matter to Evelyn, who just needed to interact with Clara Williams once more. âWell, I was drunk off my ass, and you better not snitch on me, because thereâs no way youâve never gone to one of the parties and not drunk any alcohol, even if you do try to convince me thereâs no fucking way Iâm gonna believe you. Nuh uh. Anyway, so basically,â Evelyn took a breath, firstly to speak more and secondly to shape herself for the nervousness of someone who was extremely embarrassed.
Kissing Cameron might have still made her look back with embarrassment, but Evelyn really wasnât the type to show her flustered self at the thought of kissing the wrong guy. Though perhaps if she was, you know, actually in that situation, things would have been different. âI saw Cam, and he looks a hell lot like Liam, and again- drunk,â Evelyn ducked her head. âGod, this is embarrassing. We-â
âYou kissed Cameron?â Clara Williams finally looked a teensy bit shocked, her mouth slightly ajar. âYou better not have been dating Liam at that point. He forgives easily, but I donât.â Her premature warning made Evelyn sigh. âAnd stop adding that youâre drunk. I got that the first time you said it.â
âOkay, okay, anyway, Liam saw, and no we werenât dating, but um,â Evelyn said, like she didnât want to reveal Liamâs very real feelings at that time. âSo he dropped me off, but he looked kinda pissed, you know, and I was so confused- like me and Liam are besties, and itâs not like I ditched him too much at the party. Heâd gone off with other friends anyway, but turns out he was actually a little, how to say it, annoyed that Iâd kissed Cameron.â
Clara had a small smirk on her face. âSo thatâs where he was off the whole day. And why he took so much longer than usual to come back.âÂ
Evelyn nodded, though she wasnât really sure what time Liam had reached back. Really, Cameron and Clara were letting themselves connect non-existent dots, and it was kind of hilarious. Good deduction, when the first puzzle piece is actually not meant there. âHe came over the next day,â Evelyn muttered, âthen he kissed me. I was, umm⌠Iâve not kissed a lot of people, especially not those I like as much as Liam-â
In Evelynâs defense, her story had some truths to it. Sheâd never kissed as many people as Lilith had, or even Steph had, and she definitely liked Liam, even if it wasnât in the romantic sense.Â
âAnyway, yeah, I ran.â Evelyn had been extremely reluctant about adding that bit, but she knew, if confronted with something like that she would have run away, not understanding, especially if she personally had feelings. She was good at being angry, wrecking people's houses, good at destroying stuff, good at being a messed up kid, but emotions could sometimes be a big no. âAnd recess-â
âYou and Liam time?â Clara asked, like it wasnât public information. Really, was Clara the less lazy copy of Cameron or something? Clara was older, so maybe Cameron was the blurred photocopy of Clara or something.Â
Nodding anyway, Evelyn said, âItâs easier to think, then. To actually figure things out, because we both care about each other. So we worked, and we sorted things. Everything started making more sense after that, I believed he liked me, he realized I liked him, and then we kissed. Again.â
The matter of fact tone she used made Evelyn wince inwardly. Really, she did know Clara would get fooled because she didnât know Evelyn, but Liam would have called out her lie hard and fast.
âThatâs why he disappeared so often,â Clara said, almost as if to herself, and Evelynâs eyes widened. Liam and her did not sneak around, because they were friends, not a secret, and even if they had been dating, Liam would have never let it be a secret, and if he was fine with it, Evelyn wouldnât have wanted to be a secret again. âYou donât need to sneak around now, in fact, you shouldnât,â Clara added, like she believed Evelyn would sneak around so that she could hurt Liam when Clara wasnât there.
Evelyn nodded, mind still racing. Stalking was not good, but first sheâd ask Liam, and then if he didnât tell her, was marginally suspicious about it, sheâd stalk him. She was not going to let some random person hurt Liam, who, good for him, knew who was a shifty person or trustable. Maybe Evelyn was a bit paranoid, maybe Liam had gotten a friend he was sacrificing their time for, maybe that was what made her so protective. A feeling that could slip into anger easily. How fun.
She did know she couldnât choose a random time Liam wasnât at home and Evelyn wasnât either for some date time. She could only use times they were together, because apparently the entire house knew Evelynâs schedule, which wasnât really creepy because Evelynâs mom also knew exactly where Liam was at all times, so that if he was stranded or slightly late and Evelyn couldnât do anything, her mom would help him. And if he was at his internship or part time job and needed to be picked up because he was absolutely exhausted.Â
âWhen was your first date,â Clara asked, a little politer this time. âI know Liamâs schedule, obviously know yours, I think Cam said he mentioned it-â
Time for interjection and being a perpetual annoyance the way Clara had been a little while back. Though Evelyn was no way near as pretty an annoyance as Clara Williams was, she was at least a little bit close. âWe went to a lake, one week after that recess. Liamâs part time job had ended, yeah, the one at that really dark themed bakery, and heâd begged his boss, who was actually a nice person, which by the way, surprised me too.â
Claraâs raised eyebrow said all she needed to say about Evelynâs rambling, but when Evelyn had interrupted her face had twitched a bit, so good.
Pretty people really could not judge people about rambling. The only difference between Clara or Evelyn rambling was that Clara got enough pretty privilege that people let her continue without talking over her. âHe got a cupcake, and he dragged me to the lake.â
The lake was not really nearby, but Evelyn had taken her motorbike, slammed a helmet on both of their heads, one of the helmets specifically doodled with Liamâs name, and gone as fast as she legally could. She was great at getting out of trouble, but the police department in her town was also trash and did not care enough about middle and low class families whose things got wrecked. Rich kids were different, and Evelyn did have different ways of going for them. Just not something that could be blamed on her if the police department bothered to try, which they usually didnât.
âWe, um, kissed-â Evelyn tried to explain, but really, explaining that to someoneâs cousin had no un-awkward way around it. Clara flushed red, for the first time ever, her cheeks dusted cutely in red, and Evelyn hid her smile.
Claraâs lip curled before she looked away. âI do not need to know that,â she said, effectively ending that part. âWhat happened besides you kissing my brother?â The thought of Evelyn kissing Liam seemed- not exactly disgust Clara, but did make Clara give Evelyn some slightly judgemental eyebrows, though the judgment was unclear.Â
âHe made me do tricks on the sand and tried to copy me, got a large picnic lunch and made me pay for his favorite soda.â All of that was true enough that Clara smiled. Evelyn didnât mention some stuff though, like how heâd showed her his favorite fish and stood in the same place for close to half an hour to take pictures, like how he had tried to teach her parkour, something heâd been learning recently, which Evelyn was actually decent at. He had split the cupcake and then pushed her down a small hill.
A small hill covered with greens, not steep at all, though good thing he had managed to catch her before she ended up in the lake, unable to stop her own velocity. It would have been incredibly frustrating, but Evelyn had been wearing her old part time jobâs clothes, and those getting dirty was no problem to her. She would love to shove the dirty clothes in her bossâ face, showing the sacrilegious thing she had done to the companyâs things.
Not that she had done anything truly sacrilegious according to her, given that rolling in the mud was literally no big deal. Still⌠If she said that to the older manâs face, that would be fun.Â
Fingers snapped in front of her face. âI do not need you dreaming about my cousin in front of me,â Clara said, and when Evelyn looked at her properly, Evelyn could see that Clara had finally decided to believe it.
Really, it was kind of embarrassing that Evelyn day dreamed enough about annoying her ex-boss that it convinced Clara that she was dreaming about a date with someone she really liked. âUm-â Evelyn muttered, not at all embarrassed. Evelyn did not get embarrassed. âI thought you wanted to know everything about it though.â She smirked. âIs it the incest thing, I mean clearly you donât actually want to hear it, which, by the way, gives me so much relief-â
âThere is no incest in my family,â Clara said, and this time her demanding tone was actually appropriate, and Evelyn gave a small laugh and shut her mouth as Clara launched forward to shut Evelynâs mouth with her hand. âThat is utterly disgusting, and never say anything about that again.â Evelyn nodded frantically, holding in laughter and Clara removed her hand from Evelynâs mouth.
âOkay, okay, but seriously, you guys do have an unhealthy obsession with Liamâs relationship,â Evelyn pointed out.
âHe sneaks out all the time,â Clara said. âWe were trying to figure out where to. Makes sense now.â
Okay, Liam was about to be interrogated, hard. Evelyn was curious, and she was going to find Liam and confront him soon, because her curiosity was itching. They did not sneak around, sometimes they did, but that was usually when Liam had the insatiable desire to graffiti over a homophobeâs house, and the homophobe was very attentive so they couldnât do it when the homophobe was awake.Â
Evelyn tried not to think about homophobes, the fear they sometimes sent crawling through her, the jumpiness anytime she was around someone rumored to have bullied gay kids, being around anyone in general when the cheerleader was in her vicinity, wondering if the girl would out Evelyn. All that extra tension had made Evelyn get mad, wreck peopleâs lives like they wrecked otherâs.
âI am not telling you what we do when he snuck out at night,â Evelyn happily pointed out and Clara gagged.
âIâm not asking,â Clara said, forehead wrinkling with a frown. âNo more sneaking around like youâre still a secret. My baby cousin is worth more than that. You better remember, as much as you can ride a motorbike, I can punch your face and trick teachers into believing me over you, whatever you say.â
Her face was odd, all pinched up into a grimace, but it cleared out in a second and she glared at Evelyn before getting up.
âLetâs go, I can hear Liam shouting,â Clara said. Evelyn focused a bit more, away from Claraâs blue eyes.
She focused back on the house, manor, really big house, whatever, and could hear Cameron screaming at Liam to shut up, and Liam screaming after his cousin like a wild animal. Honestly, Evelyn could imagine the scene, as she knew Mrs. Walker had captured something like that once. Cameron and Liam running down the spiral stairs in the house, Liam almost jumping on Cameron, and Cameron absolutely running for his life. Liam had painted the picture, and heâd said he and Cam kept no secrets.
So really, Cameron not knowing Liamâs actual secret, Evelyn not knowing it, made it all the more curious. Liam could keep secrets, everyone could, if they tried hard enough, it was a simple thing, but seriously, who was Liam hanging out with?
Insatiable curiosity aside, Liam was going to be interrogated. Hard. She knew he had to be hanging out with someone, maybe someone the school hated, maybe an older guy, which by the way, was not good because the older guy could be a pedo and Evelyn was going to ruin that man before he did anything to Liam.
Really, a little protective instinct was fine.
Evelyn walked through the house, towards the main door. She looked back for a second and saw someone walking in the same kind of outfit she wore when biking outside of the fence of the Walkersâ house before Claraâs laugh drew her attention.
Evelyn flushed as she saw Claraâs mouth split open into a wide grin.Â
Seriously, she needed to stop thinking about Clara Williams.