Alex:
I sat in the car, staring at Evie in stunned silence. My mind was reeling, trying to process what she had just said. It felt like time had stopped, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air between us.
Finally, I found my voice, though it came out colder than I intended. "Wanna run that by me again?" My tone betrayed the anger bubbling up inside me.
Evie visibly flinched at the edge in my voice, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and regret. She stammered, her words coming out in a rushed, panicked stream. "I—I'm so sorry, Alex. I had no idea about your relationship with him. If I had known, I swear I would have told you sooner. I was just... embarrassed, that's all."
Her apology barely registered. I felt a cold, hollow sensation spreading through my chest, and any compassion I might have had for her was drowned out by the anger and betrayal coursing through me.
I couldn't even bring myself to offer her any comfort. I didn't have anything nice to say, and right now, I didn't feel like pretending.
Without a word, I opened the car door and stepped out. "Thanks for the ride," I muttered, my voice devoid of emotion.
"Alex, wait!" Evie cried, her voice cracking as she reached out for me, but I was already walking away. I couldn't deal with her right now—not after what she had just told me. I needed space to think, to cool off before I said something I might regret.
I made my way to the front door of my house, my feet moving automatically, my mind elsewhere. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control.
I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and shut it firmly behind me, leaning against it for a moment as I tried to catch my breath. The silence of the house felt unnervingly profound, amplifying the storm of emotions that raged within me.
The gravity of the situation struck me deeply. Zack's actions hinted at a troubling disregard for personal boundaries, and the knowledge that he now knew where I lived left me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
The thought of him having access to my private space was both alarming and unsettling. I couldn't shake the sense of danger that loomed over me, amplifying my anxiety and making it difficult to focus on anything but the growing sense of danger.
The quiet of the house, however, only seemed to emphasise the intensity of my feelings, amplifying the emotional turmoil I was struggling to contain.
The combination of these factors along with my anger towards Zack, my hurt at Evie's secret, and my fear of potential danger—left me in a state of panic. I could feel a panic attack coming on, which I had had in years.
But more than anything, I wasn't really mad at Evie—I was just scared. The thought of Zack knowing where I live filled me with dread. I needed to talk to Evie to figure out why she hadn't told me about Zack's actions. Maybe if we talked, it would help clear things up and ease some of the fear I was feeling. Now I feel like a dick for just leaving.
I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket, my fingers fumbling as I dialled Evie's number. My heart pounded in my chest, and I silently prayed she hadn't left yet.
To my relief, she answered on the first ring. "Hello, Alex, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice soft and apologetic.
Without wasting a second, I cut her off. "Hey, Ev, come upstairs. We need to talk." My voice came out firm, more serious than usual.
I needed to talk about this, about Zack, and about everything. It felt like there was so much left unsaid, and I couldn't ignore it any longer.
"Okay, I'm coming," she replied, her usual playfulness sneaking back in with a faint giggle. "That's what she said," she added under her breath before hanging up.
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The Art Class (BL)
RomanceAlex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whethe...