Evelyn
Here we were, sitting in one of the many bedrooms in Sapphire's mansion, and I'm wondering, how did he know this was here?
"Hey," I Said, pausing the game.
Ethan groaned. "Yeah?"
"How'd you know this was here? Like, have you been here before?"
He did it again. You know, the going-stiff-as-a-board thing.
I raised a brow. "Hmm?"
He sighed. "Can we not get into this right now?"
I pouted. "I told you about my love story."
He rolled his eyes. "No one said anything about a love story, Evelyn."
He didn't call me Ev.
"Sensitive subject?" I asked.
He nodded.
I sighed and pressed play, drowning the silence in the sound of gunshots and speeding cars.
I just wished he"s open up to me...
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Pray // 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜
Teen Fiction'I'm young and I'm foolish, I make bad decisions I block out the news, turn my back on religion Don't have no degree, I'm somewhat naïve I've made it this far on my own But lately, that sh*t ain't been gettin' me higher I lift up my head and the...
