Don't believe everything you hear | WLW

Chapter Twenty | Feelings?

                         Evelyn Carmine POV

Once I ran out of Aletheas home, I called an uber to my house. It was a decision made on a whim because I was so scared of what I just did. This is the second time I've kissed Alethea, and I loved it. That's what scares me. It was okay the first time, and then now again. It felt so good to have her lips on mine. The feeling I've craved ever since the hospital. I don't know why I wanted to make Alethea jealous at the party, and maybe this is why.

I needed to get out of there as quickly as I could before things escalated. I'm not sure if I would have let it get that far. Maybe I would. I couldn't do that to Damien. I don't have feelings for her. AT ALL. Maybe just attraction, but that's it.

I'm scared my mother will be home. I'm not sure if she will forget about what she said and did to me because she was so drunk. She usually forgets hitting me when she is. But maybe not this time, especially with her not wanting to see me again.

I am relieved to see that her car is gone, and not in the garage either. I need to take a shower, my head is pounding and I feel like shit. I go upstairs to my room and get in the shower. I'm still a bit uneasy, because my mother could come home any minute and I will not hear her.

When I'm in the shower, I feel a little frustrated. The warm water on my skin, soothing the pain I feel. I touch my lips, and I swear I can still feel Alethea on me. I remember how I was grinding on top of her. I look down and realize what I'm about to do. I know I shouldn't, but I need release. I can't deny my attraction towards her.

I begin to start massaging my breasts. I step to the side so the water is not flowing all over my body or else I can't do this. I move my right hand down my body slowly. I start to rub my clit slowly. I moan softly at the touch and how wet I am. I keep teasing myself, thinking of Alethea doing it to me. I throw my head back as I enter a finger inside  me.

"Oh fuck—" I moan, gasping. I'm so close, it usually takes me a while to get this way. Sex never feels this good, because I never finish.

I pick up the pace, while moans fill the room. I imagine Aletheas body on mine, her inside me. I have a clear picture because of what I seen last night. Only two articles of clothing hiding her body.

I continue rubbing my swollen clit, while my other hand is inside of me.

"Fuck— Yes right there! please Alethea-" I moan as my body fills with pleasure. I moan and whimper so loudly, which I've never done before. I continue in slow circles as my high begins to crumble down.

That was the best feeling I've ever had. Not Damien, or myself really, has ever made me feel that good. I start to regulate my breathing as I realize what I just did. I don't regret it, which I should. But I feel guilty. Did I really just touch myself to the thought of my enemy?

                  Alethea Montgomery POV

It is now Monday. Two days after Evelyn stayed at my house and helped me stop crying, then made me cry again. Everything is so difficult, when does it stop? Fear filled my body this morning while I was getting ready for school. Maybe not fear, but just anxiety, and I don't know why.

I got ready and drove to the school. My mind has been caught up on Evelyn. She's all i've been able to think about lately. Throughout the day, I look and think about her. I haven't seen her today and that worries me a bit. She hasn't been to school last week after her hospital visit, and now? Maybe it's her mom or dad? I haven't heard much of her dad though.

When I'm in english class, since i'm now the assistant helper, Mrs. Sullivan asks me to go get supplies from a closet. She gives me the keys and tells me what number it is. I find the closet door, and open it. Ew. It looks like it's never been cleaned since this school was made. It's an old medium sized closet with what are supposed to be white walls, which are grey now from the collection of dust over the years. Maybe centuries. There's pieces of cut wood nailed to the wall, holding tin buckets and boxes. I'm surprised it can even hold all this.

I make sure to grab the poster board and the new packs of markers i've found. I'm kind of scared honestly. It seems like this is some scary movie, and I do not like those at all. As I pick up the rest of the supplies, barely holding all of it, I see a spider on a web above me. I scream and use the poster in my hand to swat it away. This was not a very good idea because I break the light bulb above me. Now i've dropped everything I was holding, and I can't see anything. I'm frantic swatting the air because I'm afraid there is a spider crawling on me. I try to reach for the door, but it swings open. The light blinds me when it opens. Who do I see once my pupils get used to the light? Evelyn Carmine. God she's everywhere. But i'm not angry to see her.

"What are you doing in here screaming? I can hear you from across the hall?" Evelyn asks me, holding the door still outside of the murder closest. This is where she kills me, I know it.

"I— I needed to get my supplies but there was a spider and the light broke—" I say breathing fast, still looking around to see if it's crawling on me.

"Really? A spider?" Evelyn says rolling her eyes walking into the closet with me. The door shuts behind her and it becomes pitch black in the room. I scream again.

"What are you doing?!" I yell, still afraid. She walks in front of me, and I hear a little click. Then light appears in my vision again. What the—

"There was a light switch right here." She says in an obvious tone of voice.

Oh.

"Do your eyes only serve a purpose to look pretty?" Evelyn scoffs, bending down to pick up my mess. Did she really just say that? She thinks my eyes are pretty? No. She doesn't think of me in any good way because of what she did on saturday. Saying it was a mistake, what she really meant was that I was a mistake.

"So now you decide to talk to me hm?" I say rudely, grabbing my stuff from out her hands harshly.

"What are you talking about? I just wanted to help—" Evelyn says confused. Yeah play that game, two can play at that.

I roll my eyes. "Cut the shit Evelyn. I don't need your help, I never did. Now I need to go." I say, walking past her and turning the knob.

"Wait i'm sorry can I explain—" Evelyn tries to say, but I interrupt her.

"The door won't open." I say while turning the knob over and over again. Fuck.

"What? Yes it does look," she says confidently brushing my shoulder as she tries to open the door too, it won't budge.

"Shit." She says.

"Yeah no shit it was your fault. You had to walk in here for no reason and—"

"My fault? You were in here fighting an imaginary spider with the lights off. Don't bring your insecurities onto me—" Evelyn says looking me in the eye.

"Insecurities? Please Evelyn. I can't do this with you right now. You're always such a bitch!" I yell. I feel fire igniting inside of me. She always knows how to push the right buttons. She hasn't talked about my family problems or my homosexuality. Well when it comes to being gay, she should know! She is!

"Yeah tell me something I don't know, Alethea." Evelyn says turning around to face me. I back away and she walks closer to me. I trip on something and I almost fall but she catches me. Okay what the fuck. It's always one of us falling, and someone catches one another. Some weird corny movie shit.

She pulls me up my arms. They're free because the supplies I had, fell down when I tried to catch my fall.

She looks me in the eye, and I do too. She still has a tight grip on arm. I can feel her cold hands through my longsleeve shirt. She moves me closer, pulling my arm  and body towards her. My chest is now pressed up against hers, our faces only three inches apart.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Evelyn says in a low whisper.

"No, no we shouldn't."