Ever Arnolds; how my life got completely flipped upside down.

A date in the life of me

Tonight was my fifth date with Sam, and he was taking me out to dinner. A nice dinner.

Maura let me borrow a gorgeous black dress that was loose all around and had a low cut back. I wore turquoise heels, and fishtailed my hair to the side. I wore makeup (I never wore makeup) and brought a little silver wristlet.

We went to a nice beach restaurant and had our food and then went back to his house. He pulled me to his room and started making out with me, which I wasn't totally opposed to, but I let him do it.

But then he tried to take off my dress.

I pulled away and flattened down my dress.

"Okay that's enough," I said. He stared at me and tried again. I kneed him away.

"What the hell, Ever?"

"Um I'm sorry I don't want to have sex with you, yet."

"And why is that?"

"this is our fifth date, Sam, and my fifth date ever. Plus, I don't want to." I stood up and headed towards the door. He shouted at me from his bed.

"You're a whore, Ever. You lead me on with your beauty and your accent and you make out with me and everything, and then just when I think we are ready, you turn me down. That is rude, you little slut. you are probably in love with Callan anyway you fucking whore," that's when I tuned him out. He kept saying mean things to me, and tears streamed down my cheeks and I ended up running from the house and to my room, ignoring anyone who got in my way. I curled up under my covers and sobbed. I cried for at least twenty minutes before I felt someone sit down next to me.

"Go away, Maura." I said. I heard the person cough.

"I'm not Maura," I heard Callan say. I sat up a bit.

"Go away, Callan." I glared at him. He had made a habit of breaking into my room.

Wait but my window was closed.

"How did you get in here?" I managed to choke out.

"I just walked in. Your girl friends weren't too happy about it but they don't scare me." I went back under my covers and cried some more. I felt him lean back on the pillow next to me.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened."

"Why are you the only senseless one who tries to cheer me up way too early?" I asked. He laughed. I tried kicking him off my bad but he didn't even budge.

"Spill it, Ever." I sighed and closed my eyes. But I didn't answer. "Ever, I know that you don't like me and all, and I haven't been the best human being ever, but at the same time, you're like my little sister, I mean you're Maura's best friend and Maura means a lot to me and so do you, and if there is a chance I can beat Sam to the ground for something that hurt you, I would like to know."

"Maura means a lot to you?" I managed to choke out from under the covers. The heat was getting unbearable, and the air seemed thicker.

"I mean she was my first and longest girlfriend. I dated her for like three years. You didn't know that? The irony that we both ended up being the ones who slept around."

"Why did you guys break up? And no, she didn't tell me that. Only that you two had been together for a night once."

"I wouldn't call three years and two weeks, one night. And I wouldn't know. She left me." I put it onto my mental to-do list to find out. "Will you tell me now?" I pulled to comforter from my face.

"No?"

"Come on, Ev."

"Ugh fine," tears started streaming from my eyes, "Sam took me to dinner at Jakes down on the beach, and it was all going great and then we came back to your place and he started kissing me, and then he tried to get my dress off, and I said know and he started calling me things like 'you ugly slut' and 'if you were going to be a child the whole time, why would you even go out with me' and things that made me feel just awful about myself and I know it's not a huge deal, but it was really hurtful to me." I leaned back on my pillows again. I could feel Callan's stare like lasers into the side of my head.

"You're not."

"What?" I looked at him.

"You're not a child or a slut, I mean I admire you for sticking to what you think is right. And you aren't ugly. In fact, you are the prettiest person I've ever met, Ev. I love the way your hair is brown, yet looks blonde in some light. I love the way your eyes look like a forest on a cloudy day, and how your eyebrows perfectly accent them. I love your cheek bones, and your nose, and how you have a strong jaw that looks dainty. I love the way you walk around as confident as you are. You always smell perfect, like a mint, with a hint of citrus and sea foam. I love the way you talk. I love how passionate you are about things, and how loyal you are towards your friends. I love the way I hear you singing late at night and how you strum your guitar perfectly and how your voice isn't scratchy or fake like a lot of people who want to make it in the performing world. It makes me what to pull my piano out and match the tones and play along, but that would be really creepy. I love the way you have compassion for everyone, and hell, I might even love you." He stood up. I just stared at him.

Which was probably a big mistake on my part.

"Thank you," second mistake I made on my part. Because although I tried to deny it, I knew deep down, that I might even love him too.

He looked crushed.