So High School (Chris Evans) 18+

21

Landing back in the UK was so much more depressing this time around than it was before. The weather was overcast, but thankfully no rain. It's still a sombre kind of mood though. I've spoke to Chris most evenings after I'm done with work. We've had to take the time difference into account. He's going to be back starting filming soon as well as attending a few premieres and red carpet events. I don't envy him.

I have an office space that I rent for my job,so today I've been there catching up on work and looking through emails from new clients. One catches my eye and I smirk, picking up my phone and pressing 'call' on the name in question. I don't care what time it is.

"Hey you".

"You're awake at this time?"

"Erm...yeah..." He sounds guilty. "I've become a bit of an insomniac lately".

I sit back and look at the email. "Soooo, you want not only your kitchen reimagined, but your whole fucking house? Really?"

He chuckles softly. "Hey, if it's the only way to get you back here sooner then so be it".

"Sneaky bastard. You should really get some sleep you know".

"Can't, missing you".

"Go to bed Christopher". I put on my stern voice now.

He whistles. "Can you say it like that again? I think I just got hard".

"I'm hanging up now". I roll my eyes and actually do as he's laughing from down the end of the line.

Chris: You never said whether you'd take the job. I pay handsomely

Tam: As in metaphorically or physically, because you've already done so with the second.

Chris: You know what I mean, name the price and I'll send you the money

Tam: You know you said you'd wait...

Chris: Did I also tell you that I can be very impatient when I wanna be?

Tam: I need to meet with a client - talk later x

Chris: Fine. Miss you x

Tam: Miss you too - GO. TO. BED. x

I smile as I put my phone down and wait for my client to arrive, only for it to start ringing again.

Unknown number.

"Tamsin Delaney..." I say as I pick up.

"Tam..."

I stop as I hear Daniel's voice. "Can we talk?"

I'm silent for a moment. "I'm about to go into a meeting so no. Don't call me again". I say and put the phone down.

It rings again, and again, and again - then the texts start. I block the number.

Don't ignore me. We should talk about stuff

I'm trying to be mature about this Tam. Just talk to me.

If you don't answer I'll come to your office myself

He wouldn't dare.

I'm skittish all day because of what he's messaged me, and as I leave the office, I look around to see if he's been true to his word. Thankfully not. He's nowhere in sight and as soon as I get home I lock my door and try to calm down.

He has no control over me anymore, and he never will again. He can never take away anything from me again. 

**

Over the next few weeks I know Daniel's around. I can sense him following me, but everytime I turn around to try and see if he's there, I see nothing. It's got to the point where I'm actually staying with my parents because I don't want to be by myself. 

I haven't told Chris anything about this. He'd only worry and now he's back filming I don't want to be the cause of any stress for him. Of course my parents are worried, but I assure them that if he dares turn up at their home then I'll be on the phone to the police. 

Sitting in the office, I'm buying searching for a specific piece of furniture when I hear the door open. As I look up the colour drains from my face. 

"Hi Tam". Daniel smiles kindly. "Before you get me to fuck off, please...can you just listen to me?" 

"I'll listen to you, only if you agree to leave me alone and never contact me or come here again. If you've come here expecting me to take you back, it's a no". 

"I figured as much, I wanted to apologise babe, I'm sorry, so sorry for everything I said to you, made you do. I've been reflecting..." 

"Me too". 

"You look good". He says as he looks me up and down. 

"Yeah. I put the weight I lost for you back on and went on holiday to Boston. It's been pretty refreshing leading the single life". I stand my ground. 

"Did you see him?" 

Him being Chris. 

"Yeah. I did". 

Daniel paces. "Always had a hunch he liked you from the moment we went over there. He wouldn't stop looking at you. I wouldn't be surprised if you'd fucked him at Libby's wedding in all honesty". 

"If you've come here to accuse me of cheating then you can fuck right off. I never slept with him, at least, not until I left you". 

He snorts. "It must be so great for you now. Fucking a Hollywood actor, I bet he's saying all the right things to get you to go over there to be with him. But you know what? He'll leave you, he doesn't care about you, he just cares about getting into your pussy. Soon he'll tell you that things aren't working". 

"No he won't. You wanna know what's great about him compared to you? He was my first guy, he's always had me. He cares about me in ways you never could, oh and the sex is a hell of a lot more mind blowing. He actually lasts longer than you as well. You can try and convince me that no one will ever want me, but I already have someone who does. So if you don't get out of here and stop following me? I'm calling the police". 

My hand goes to my phone but he grabs it and throws it against the wall, smashing it to pieces. 

"Try it now". 

"Get out". I remain calm or at least try to. I can't let him see how much he's scared me. "NOW". 

We remain in some kind of staring battle for a few minutes before he shakes his head in disgust and walks out, not making any promises about stopping all contact. 

Once he's gone I lock the office door and try to see if my phone will work. It's busted beyond repair.  I know that if I stay here, I'm no longer going to feel safe. He'll probably know where I've gone, but he won't be able to get me so easily. 

I gather my things and lock up the office, heading back to my parents and getting Libby to text me Chris's number as I use Mum's phone. Already dad is calling the police despite my pleas for him not to. It would only make things worse. 

I press on the number that's sent back to me and put the phone to my ear, now feeling the tears fall and a sob leave my lips as he answers brightly. This soon turns to concern. "Tam, what's happened? You've gotta tell me..."

I tell him everything that's happened, afraid he's going to be angry at me, but he remains calm and after I'm done, finally speaks. 

"You're coming out to Boston. You're gonna carry on your job, and you're gonna live with me. I'm not taking no for an answer, I've already got Josh looking up flights. He's gonna gets some information on green cards, we're gonna get you out here and away from that idiot". 

I nod as I cry even more, managing to get out an "Ok" in the process. 

After we hang up, mum looks at me and smiles worriedly. "Under any normal circumstances I would try and convince you to stay, but you need to go out there and be with him. I know he'll take care of you. It's what you've always wanted after all". 

I dry my eyes and try to calm down. "He's what I've always wanted as well..."