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Who Are You Part One

Taissa's P.O.V

Evan has been acting strange lately; he's been coming home late and leaving early. Plus, in the past week Evan and I have only had sex twice, which is very unusual because normally we make love everyday. One was a quickie, about ten minutes, and the other he was calling me horrible names like slut, whore, and bitch. He said he just had a 'porn moment'. Whatever that means. We haven't really spoken much with his work schedule and my school. But today I have no classes so I work on poems to analyze. While in the zone, I hear the house phone ring, which is strange because no one calls us on it. I don't know why we have one. Hmm, no caller id.

"Hello?"

"This is Lab Corp calling for EVAN PETERS. If you are EVAN PETERS please press 1 now, otherwise hang up." A lab? What could he possibly be testing? I press one.

"Mr. PETERS," an automated voice says, " we are calling about the COFFEE CUP and LIQUID you had us test. The LIQUID tested POSITIVE for RIBOTINE and the CUP tested POSITIVE for RILEY NICKELSON's FINGERPRINTS. We will be faxing over proof within an hour." Then the line went dead. Ribotine? Riley Nickelson? What is going on? I knew Evan has been hiding something from me.

I search on Google what Ribotine is and apparently that is the drug that someone gave Evan that caused his seizures. So that means this Riley Nickelson person drugged him! I dial Evan to ask him when I realize he's been hiding it for a reason, so I better do my own research. Instead, I call his office to see if Riley works there and I find out she does; in fact, she's Evans assistant. Why is he keeping this from me?! Is he screwing her? I look her up on Facebook and there's no luck. I look on twitter and also find nothing. Lastly I look her up on Instagram and find a page. I click on it and choke on my apple when I see the picture. I know this bitch.

Evan's P.O.V

I come home after a long day at work trying not to choke Riley. For some reason that little slut drugged me. Ever since she tried to suck me she's been very quiet. I know she still wants me and I could use that to my advantage. I see Taissa sitting in the kitchen on the counter. She looks sexy with a short, tight skirt on and a crop top. I could fuck her right there but tear my gaze away because every time I see her I remember Tate. I still can't believe her. I don't know if she's sleeping with him or just his friend, but either way it sickens me. I haven't told her about my past but I'm sure Tate told her some twisted story. I'm upset she still hasn't told me she meet my brother.

"Hi Evan" she says with half a smile.

"Hello" I say coldly. She hands me a plate of green bean casserole and I sit at the table.

"How was your day?"

"Fine" I say with a full mouth.

"Anything new or different happen?" Why is she asking all these questions? I shake my head no as I shovel the food into my mouth.

"Nothing at all?" Her voice gets deeper and more frustrated.

"I said no, Taissa."

"Oh really? Then why did the LAB CORP CALL TELLING ME ABOUT THE POSITIVE RESULT? HUH? YOU DIDNT THINK TO TELL ME ABOUT THAT?!!"

"WHY WERE YOU SNOOPING AROUND? THAT CALL WAS FOR ME."

"I DONT KNOW MAYBE BECAUSE IN THE PAST WEEK YOU HAVEN'T BEEN THE SAME. MAYBE BECAUSE YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH RILEY, YOUR ASSISTANT!"

I spit my water out, "SLEEPING WITH HER? ARE YOU INSANE! THE GIRL DRUGGED ME. ARE YOU REALLY THAT INCOMPETENT? OH RIGHT YOU POETRY FREAKS OVER ANALYZE EVERYTHING! WELL HERE LET ME MAKE THIS SIMPLE FOR YOU: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE."