Do It If No One's Watching

Chapter 26.

Monday, Monday, Monday! The only school day that doesn't make me want to die!

...I'm just kidding, of course. If anything, Mondays were the days that made me want to die even more than every other school day. There was just something about the way that Mondays always dragged on that made me hate them even more than I initially would.

And, yeah, I know that there's probably a burning question in the back of your mind: Was Wyatt there today? And the answer would be no. I actually asked around and even some people that he considered friends hadn't seen or heard from him since Thursday, which I thought was kind of odd.

All day, I was trying to think of explanations as to why he wouldn't be there. Maybe he's just as depressed over the whole thing as I was. Maybe he has just been getting too high to come. Maybe he got a new computer game and he can't stop playing it. ...Or maybe he died.

...But probably not. Anyway, at the end of the day, I was at my locker. Evelin walked up from behind me and said my name sweeter than she ever had before.

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around. There were some jocks borderline screaming behind her and usually that would make her insanely mad, but it didn't seem like it was even bothering her a little bit. "Hi, Evelin," I greeted.

"How was your day today?" she asked.

"Fine," I said, wary. "How was yours?"

She sighed. "Oh, you know, the usual," she said. "My day was fine, but it's still school, so I still wanted to go home all day." She reached up and patted my arm. "But I'm glad yours went well."

"Mhm," I said before I turned back towards my locker and put my last book inside of it. I shut the door, put my backpack on, and then turned back to her, sighing. "What's been up with you lately?"

She furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. "Huh?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"You've been so nice recently," I commented. "Like, painfully nice." I shrugged. "Why?"

She smiled and shrugged. "I'm not so sure," she said. "I guess it's just because I feel more motivated to be nice."

I furrowed my eyebrows and lowered my head. "Evelin Sanders," I began. "That is, in fact, bullshit. We both know that."

She laughed. Then dropped her shoulders. "Okay, fine," she succumbed. "You're right. It's just... I'm tired of being seen as someone that guys can just hit on and fantasize about. I want to be more than that. I want more substance."

I furrowed my eyebrows. I never heard Evelin speak that way about herself. Ever since I became friends with the Elms, I always thought that Evelin liked her image. Certainly, she liked her imagine more than Lauren and Martha. Lauren was always seen as a slut, Martha was always seen as the fat tagalong, and Evelin was always your standard popular bitch. I thought that that was what she wanted to be. But I guess I was wrong.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," she confirmed. "I'm tired of being a seen as a bitch. I've seen what true friends are through you and Lauren's new relationship. I also saw it through your relationship with Stephanie and Amanda." She shrugged. "I was always envious of it. That's why I was so mean about it. I'm sorry about that, by the way. I know I've already said it, but truly, I'm so, so sorry. It's just... You guys had the relationship that I've always wanted."

I smiled forgivingly at her. Although part of me didn't want to accept her apology, most of me wanted to, so I did. "It's okay," I said to her.

"But I'm not just sorry for that," she apprised. "I'm also sorry for all of the shitty things that I've said and done to you over the course of your friendship with the Elms." I furrowed my eyebrows at her word choice, but I didn't call her out of it because I would tell that she was at least trying to be genuine.