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CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
AFTER FINDING THE video of the alpha off of Lydia's phone, Stiles dropped back Evee at her house rather than staying at Lydia's─much to Stiles' hesitation.He had argued that the point with the stop to see Gemma, was to inform her about tonight and not talk to her for a couple more days. But maybe a part of Evee just wanted that vague statement about Stiles, to be brought into a lighter area. So, after coming up with more lies that sort of made sense, Evee finally made it back at her house; if it was even considered her home anymore, anyways.
Her keys dangled from her grasp as she slowly entered back to the home, walking through the building to find her sister. To no shock she still stood in the room they talked in, before. When her eyes finally met the woman she began with a smile that somehow filled the room with more tension,"I know it is odd for me to actually talk to you more than one time a day, but I thought I could just...come with you to parent conference night? Or are you scared to be in the same car as me?"
Gemma sighed for a moment before getting up from her chair and speaking up,"Evee, you know I wasn't scared, right? C'mon, I'm your sister."
"Words don't have to describe your face that night. So you can clarify all you want, but I know you were scared," Evee changed the conversation as she let an awkward chuckle and pointed towards the outside,"Ready to go, now? I think it starts in like half an hour."
Gemma seemed to give up on justifying as she simply nods and began walking,"Alright."
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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 five minutes later, the two Sharp sister's arrived at the high school; darkness now filling the sky. Evee had been told to stay at the car while Gemma went off to the parent conference. Currently, she was sitting with Coach Finstock─who, one, hated a guy named Greenburg and, two, tolerated Evee but still never called her by her most common nickname...
"So with Evan─" Coach stopped his words as he looked at the woman's scrunched eyebrows. There was momentary silence before Coach questioned why the woman seemed so confused,"Yeah, don't complain about me with the name. I'm not the one who gave her a name like that."
Gemma scratched the back of her head before cutting into the man's opinion,"Actually, uh, her name isn't Evan."
Coach sat silent a moment longer, almost surprised to have gotten a response like that (even though he could have looked at the school records of the girl). Suddenly a smile grew on his face as he clapped in relief,"Oh, thank god! That name was going to come to haunt her soon. I mean, if she wasn't going to start getting bullied I would have to volunteer...because...," Coach lets out a genuine laugh which seemed to slowly dial down at the sight of Gemma's almost offended expression.
