Goes On // Dead Poets Society

eleven.

Ridge Academy, NY
2/20/60

When Evelyn wakes up the next morning the smile on her face is still wide. She had never really known what this feeling would be like. That feeling you get when you like someone and they just so happen to like you back. It made you feel brand new, refreshed, hopeful. Which may explain why getting up so early on a Saturday hadn't bothered her like it normally would. Instead she turns off her alarm on the first ring and makes her way to the showers with that beaming grin.

It's not long until she's dressed in a simple floral dress, thankful they weren't required school uniforms on the weekend. When she adds a little more makeup than normal she excuses it as feeling experimental but honestly she just wanted Charlie to look at her with those eyes that he always does. The eyes that make her squirm in her seat while she feels every nerve ending go off in her body. In fact she's glad him finally kissing her last night didn't entirely short circuit her brain.

"You're forgetting something" Violet grins behind her in the reflection of the mirror and Evelyn furrows her eyebrows as she looks back at her.

"What?" she questions, eyebrows pulled together tightly. She inspects her face quickly, worried she had messed something up or missed and Violet just laughs.

"If you're gonna put all that effort into your makeup you might as well cover up that neck" Violet says, hand reaching to tip her neck up and reveal the dark red mark right above her throat. Evelyn gasps in an instant, eyes now trained on the spot that is very visibly now that she's paying attention. Her stomach drops at the idea of other students seeing it as they roam the halls today.

"Shit" she mutters, hands fumbling through the makeup on her desk in search of anything that could possibly cover it up. Violet quickly sets a hand on her own, stopping the girl from stressing too much.

"Calm down and let me help" Violet tells her, grabbing her own chair and pulling it next to hers. Evelyn tries to calm as the girl gets to work, hands grabbing the makeup and focusing her attention to the mark.

"How do you know what to do?" Evelyn asks after a beat, her heart rate now at a normal and soft thump. Violet just giggles at the question as she glances up from her neck and into her eyes.

"When Marty and I first got together he would always leave marks on accident, I got pretty good at covering them up and now I just make sure he leaves them where others can't see" she says, suggestion in her tone and eyebrows raised which makes Evelyn laugh loudly at the notion.

"It was my first real kiss" Evelyn whispers, recalling the two other times she had barely pecked a boy and felt nothing but regret in her stomach. Instead she kissed a boy hard and good and in return the butterflies hadn't left her stomach yet.

"He's good for you and I'm pretty sure you're good for him too. Hell, he would barely talk to us when he started, and now I can't get rid of the guy" Violet teases and Evelyn laughs again, admiring the black hair that cascades down her friends back as she works on fixing her neck up.

"I'm just so nervous, I don't really know what this means for us. I wasn't even really planning on kissing him but he just showed up at the door and I couldn't help myself" Evelyn says, softly shaking her head and using the brunette curls falling forward to hide her face. Violet just smiles, leaning back as she checks over her work.

"It means he likes you, and you like him. Don't let the pressure of others and their expectations ruin what you guys already got. Just cherish it and the rest will happen on its own" she tells her, recalling all the times people had judged her and Marty for getting together so young. At least they had stayed together the whole time, a testament that each of those people were wrong.