Nothing's Ever Easy [BoyxBoy]

Nothing's Ever Easy ~Chapter 18

Alrighty then! Sorry that I'm late. This chapter was supposed to be out on Saturday and I ran out of time, then I got busy.

Chapter 18, here we go!

The pic is of Travis

The video link is 'When You Say Nothing At All' by Ronan Keating

ENJOOOOOY!! 

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~Evelyn~

I twisted the ring around my finger before pulling it up my finger and then pushing it back down again. I had been doing that a lot lately. It had been a few short weeks since Adrian gave me the ring. I knew that he said the ring served as a promise of our future together but the mere fact that it was a big step, a huge commitment for a couple of teenagers to make was a bit disconcerting really.

It was beautiful, delicate almost, feminine and somethig that desrved to be cherished. It was a simple item and I wore it with honor, when I wasn't worrying my ass off in the privacy of my bedroom. I admired Adrian's grandmother's taste or whoever it was that gave her this piece of jewellery.

What bothered me to a great extent was the fact that Adrian thought of us lasting that long. Who was to say that we'd stilll be together by then? Not all promises were easy to keep and there were definitely some that had to be broken.

I loved Adrian, that i was sure of; but how would I know that he'd still love me after he graduated? Ring or no ring, this was as terrifying as my worst fear; given that my worst fear a the moment was losing Adrian.

"Evelyn?" I got a bit of a fright and looked up in front of me.

"Brock, sorry I didn't see you there." I moved my books aside and gave him space to sit on the bench next to me.

"DId I interupt you, because I could leave." He said looking unsire of whether to stay or go.

"No, no please." I gestured for him to sit. "It seems that having the company of someone other than myself is more healthy."

"Being by yourself doesn't have to be a bad thing. Everyone gets sick of the world one time or another." He smiled at me.

"What did you come here for?" I asked while straightening the edge of a page.

"You looked like you needed to get something out." He said softly. I could hear the concern in his voce.

"I'm fine." I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure, Evelyn?" I narrowed my eyes at hime and he sat back a bit. "Okay, I know I'm only your brother's boyfrend, I'm basically no one to you but i'm worried okay?"

"I can tell that that's not all you want to say." I looked away. "Say what you need to say."

"I'm not loking to offend you but I can't think how anyone could bounce back like you did. not after expriencing something as traumatic as a rape." I flinched at the word. "Are you okay, Evelyn? Are you really one hundred percent okay?"

"Nobody's ever one hundred percent okay, Brock." I answered.

There were reasons why I never thought about what happened, never talked about it. People bombarded me with questions, all of them eager to know how I felt that I made it out alive. Some even dared to tell me that I should have died that day, that it happened for a reason. Then of course there were the complete idiotic people who said that I asked for it and that I was all over W-Wyatt's- dammit, I couldn't even think his name with stammering- body and I ran after him when I saw Mary Alce and Adrian together. That was utterly preposterous, even if I did go ater Wyatt, it wouldn't have been to spite anyone else. I would never stoop so low.