Eighth

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Masen

I watch as Evie walks away, her shoulders tense. I sigh and run a hand through my hair.

What a mess.

I hadn't meant to ruin her day or her jacket for that matter, but everything had happened so fast.

One second I was joking around with Feely and Gibsie and the next I bumped into her.

Sending coffee flying everywhere.

"Well, that went well, didn't it?" Feely smirked, his thick Cork accent dripping with sarcasm.

"Shut up, Feely" I mutter. "Smooth, mate" Gibsie says, grinning as he nudges my shoulder. "Very smooth"

I shot him a look." Not helping, Gibsie"

"Think she"ll ever talk to you again?" Gibsie adds, grinning.

I glance back at Evie's retreating form, feeling a strange pull I can't describe. She hadn't yelled at me or made a scene, which I half expected.

Instead she just... sighed. That made me feel even worse.

"I'll make it up to her" I muttered more to myself the to my friends. I wasn't sure why I felt the need to.

But something about the way she looked at me, like I was just another annoying distraction in her life, left a knot in my stomach.

"Good luck with that" Feely teased as they started walking again. "You better hope she doesn't remember you next time."

I shook my head, ignoring them. There was something different about Evie, something that made me feel like I needed to do more then just brush this off.

I figure it out.

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The first POV by Masen!!!!

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