Just Breathe (IN EDITING)

Panic

The song I've attached I find pretty for the chapter so I'll leave a note where you should start playing it, although if you don't it won't take away from the chapter or anything

*4 Years Earlier*
Evans P.o.v

" Are you serious, are you actually serious?"

I was so unbelievably annoyed at Chad. I heard him mumble something to me in response but couldn't make out what shit excuse he was throwing my way because the bloody music was so fucking loud. I look out the window of his truck as we pulled into the driveway. I still can't believe he lied to me.

We had made arrangements at school to go out to the cinema tonight as a group to see the new movie that was out, I had no idea what we were seeing and honestly couldn't of cared less considering I was only going to get out of the house and maybe catch up with a few of the lads. So you can imagine when Chad (my least favorite in our group of friends if I may add) pulled up in his rich kid pick up and whisked me away to some dumb house party.

" Yep sorry about that kid, plans changed. The gang decided this would be a lot more fun, and by that I mean we decided the second we heard about the party weeks ago and just didn't tell you because we know damn well you'd just be a pussy about it."

I couldn't believe them. They were infuriating, constantly dragging me into situations they damn well knew I would much rather avoid. In perspective I'm not completely sure why I stick around with these dick-wads. I mean they're good for a laugh when you need it. Another perk is they're all entitled rich brats so if I need a lift in one of their extravagant cars I could just ring them. I mean these are the reasons I used for an excuse for the real reason anyway, that being the liking Lilah took towards them, for whatever reason enjoying their company and finding them hysterical.

When I think about it, and I mean really think about it I knew she was the reasoning behind most everything I did. I mean we were best friends, at least to her anyway. I loved her. With every part of my being I loved that girl. And I say that openly only because it's not something I've just figured out lately. I've been fighting it for years but with time I've accepted it. And with this acceptance I've also accepted the fact that she would never feel the same. I'm in the horrible zone that's far from even being the friend zone but rather I'm in the "brother zone" you know like "Evan you're like a brother to me" YA that. Sucks doesn't it?

It was only then after launching into deep thought on the girl which was an ever present part of my existence that I had realized I still had not granted Chad a reply. He didn't seem to mind though, a smug look on his face, convinced he must of won the argument that never even existed. God sometimes I just want to smack this kid, although I doubt I could break the dense wall of ego he's built up around himself. Suddenly he hit the breaks of the red pickup, parking it gingerly on the side of the street where it was least likely to receive any scratches. I rolled my eyes and huffed as he began opening his door, realizing I was running out of time to shoot a reply his way

" Okay first off Chad "

I hissed with venom in my voice, for a moment I thought I saw a flicker of regret in his obnoxiously blue eyes but it quickly went away. I hated blue eyes, everyone else found them endearing while I just found them empty.

" NEVER call me kid again because you know damn well I'm more mature than you will ever be, for Gods sakes I've even fucked 10x more girls than you so shut your fucking mouth."

I could see him gulp, ha I knew I was getting to him. I didn't think it would be this easy though.

" Secondly you know good and well I despise this type of shit, what amount of intellect must one lack to enjoy prancing around with a bunch of horny fucking drunks. And thirdly how dare you all hid-"