Maximilian
"Oooh." Evangeline giggles in delight. She stands on her tippy toes, holding up a shirt to my chest. "This is so cute on you!"
She'd look even hotter in just that alone. Add those socks she loves to wear, muss her hair a little, and she'd look sexy as hell.
We've been to a few stores so far. A few kids from our school were milling around as well, giving us looks that we ignored. We're in the teen's section of some brand name clothes shop. Chris is off to the side somewhere, scouring through the pants they have on sale. Absently, I pick up a graphic tee, flicking over the tag to check the price.
"Hmm."
Evie lays a hand on my shoulder. Her palm is deliciously warm through the material of my shirt. "Don't worry about the price, it's on me."
I scoff, re hanging the tee back onto the rack. "Hell no. In fact, we don't even need new stuff. You need it more than we do."
My eyes drop to the lavender converse she alway wears everyday, without fail, the canvas fraying at the edges. They trail upward. I admire how her ass can make even the frumpy skirt of the school uniform look hot. It's cinched at her waist, the button up stretching across her chest, tailored to perfection to showcase her figure with its phenomenal subtle curves, courtesy of Asher. I should probably get him something to thank him.
He knew what he was doing, and he did a damn good job.
"Bud. Eyes up here. No need to judge my shoes." She smirks, the corner of her lip pulling upward.
Doesn't look like she was totally oblivious to the fact that I was checking her out.
I wonder...
"I insist..."
A group of kids from Peachtree enter the store, chattering. They hush when they spot Evie. I recognise them as second years by their navy ties. I hear one of them, a pasty guy with a stacked body whistle under his breath as him nod his gang passes. "Baddie," I hear his pimply friend snigger, openly staring at Evie's ass.
"Hell yeah. I'd simp for those tits."
"Betchu she's a virgin. Imagine, banging her out..." another leers. I can practically see his four inch twitching, him salivating. My lip curls at the lewdness they don't bother concealing. Sure, check a girl out, but no need to be a dick about it.
I pull Evie into me, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Sorry, boys. She's mine."
"Go back to your hentai, loser. With the disgusting way you talk, its no wonder you ain't pullin no bitches, even the ugly ones." The guys stop dead in their tracks, Turing to gape at her. In school, Evie is known for being mild and soft spoken, a pupil who tends to keep to herself and those close to her. The only publicity she gets to the student body is when she's seen with us. My grip slackens on her waist in shock, but I deepen my glare, directed at the horny teens thinking they've got rizz talking about a girl like that.
When they continue to gawk, I feel a tug at my tie. I lean into the pulling force, and meet Evie's soft lips with my cheek. Her mouth is so close to mine, if I tilted my head just a fraction, we'd be full on kissing. At this angle, though, it probably does look like we've locked lips.
Evie, my tie still fisted in her hand, pops out her hip sassily and smirks, leaning her head against my collarbone. "See? Now shoo."
They scamper off in a rush, faces flushed, muttering retribution under their breaths.
What the...
She turns to face me, our noses touching. Her mesmerising grey eyes wide, before she jerks back, releasing my tie. "Shit, sorry! I went too far." Her face twists with the most guilty expression. My heart is till pounding from the exchange.
Fuck you, Max. You had the chance to kiss her.
But...was that desire in her eyes?
It was almost palpable, coming off of her in waves.
Evie still stares at me, plump bottom lip caught between her teeth. I better make this easier for her. After all, we've been in plenty of awkward situations, which probably isn't normal, but...
I grin, letting my genuine impression at her reacting to those sleazebags come into my expression. "Never mind that. What you did just now, that was fucking badass."
Not to mention, super hot.
I reach up and boldly touch a finger to her bottom lip, tugging it down to expose her teeth a little. My voice deepens to a husky purr. "Who know you had such a dirty mouth?"
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Christopher
"Never mind that. What you did just now, that was fucking badass."
I decide to step out from behind the rack of dryfit tank tops at this moment, acting oblivious to the scene. Max's hand drops to his side. "Y'all okay?" I widen my eyes and smile causally, as if I didn't just see the whole incident unfold. When I see those twerps at school, I'll definitely make them pay. They share a secretive look. Evie's lashes lower, and she bites her lip, staring demurely at the floor which makes me want to kiss her even more.
Max was bold, to do that in public. Evie doesn't seem to mind too much, based on her flush the way she unconsciously rubs her thighs together.
This is good, actually.
"Hm?" I smile brighter, eagerly, playing innocent.
"We, um, should get matching outfits!" Max blurts, then looks embarrassed immediately.
Evie brightens. Both of them obviously want to move onto another topic. Max because he knows he's not supposed to want Evie, especially just now, and Evie the same, although theres a hint of something else to her guilt. It's easy to spot, considering I know the both so well. One thing they have in common, my brother and stepsister? They both wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Which is why I have the hunch that maybe Evie is harbouring a little crush or two. Or maybe four. Six is a possibility too. I've seen the way she looks at Daniel and Owen, though she probably doesn't even know it, herself.
"Like the couple's ones on Pinterest?" Evie queries, looking at Max with sparkling eyes, who fidgets under her adoring gaze."
Max gulps, unable to resist even though he hadn't meant to say it. "Uh huh."
I grin. "Let's do it!"
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Two hours later, we stroll out of the department store, carrying multiple shopping bags. I we picked out several sets of outfits to match. The first was a set of three, comprising of a cartoon print tank top and shorts, sleepwear for the more humid nights. The other was something to venture out in. A pleated leather skirt for Evie, studded with metal spikes on the sides paired with a light blue drop shoulder chemise. Meanwhile, to complement her look, we had dark jeans, the rips styled and frayed, and a plain tee the exact same shade as Evie's ruffly top.
Lastly, upon the most ridiculous of whims, we had gotten four among us onesies in various colours, for all of our to wear on Friday movie nights. I grin in anticipation of the expression on Lucas's face when sees those furry sleeping suits. Yet, he'd probably wear them anyway, just for Evie to smile.
We also paid a visit to a shop to have something custom printed for everyone, and was due to arrive in a week or so.
Unfortunately, upon Evie's insistence, everything had been paid by her. No matter, as Max and I still planned to secretly slip a few bills into her bag as payment. We had more money than we knew what to do with, anyway.
"I'm hungry. Wanna go for dessert?" Max offers.
"We'll pay this time." I wink at Evie. She nods, smiling and opens her mouth to speak, but her eyes are fixed on something ahead.
"Isn't that Daniel?"
