Lust

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

~ Evelyn's POV ~

Should I tell him? I've avoided telling anyone what happened between us, but I've been bottling up all my emotions to the point where even I think it's unhealthy.

“Well, I can tell you,” I begin, twiddling my fingers, tracing the mug that contains my tea. “But you have to promise me you won’t look at me differently.” I say.

I’m not going to lie. I am scared out of my wits. I’ve never told anybody the real story about why we broke up. Nobody knows except for him – Zayn. And, now that I’m opening up for the first time, I’m scared Adrian is going to be really shocked and upset with me.

“I promise baby girl, but why would I look at you differently? You’re an amazing girl who I’m so happy to be around. You could never do anything that would make me upset with you…” He says, and I disagree.

“You don’t know that……but just listen.”

He pouts a bit but criss-cross-applesauce’s his legs and looks at me.

I take a deep breath and count to ten.

One – it’s Adrian. I shouldn’t be scared to tell him

Two – but what if he gets mad and doesn’t want anything to do with me afterwards?

Three – this whole counting-to-ten-thing is a bad idea Evelyn, you’re freaking out

Four – no you are not Evelyn just keep counting

Five – this is actually quite dumb, why are you counting to ten again?

 

Six – Evelyn, you’re right?

Seven – I should get myself checked into a hospital or something……I just had an argument with myself. For counting. Nonetheless, I shut my idiotic mind up and begin revealing the juicy secrets. I think the whole counting thing was because I was stalling.

“Well, it all started when I met Zayn. I guess you already knew how we met – on one lonely night, and then again in the studio. You already knew that. You already know when we started dating 21st, on the day of his masquerade ball. You always seemed to question why we, or I, jumped in the relationship boat so quickly. You were right, and I knew that – it was very irrational. I am not an irrational girl. ” I take a moment to take a sip of my tea.

“You know that dance is my everything. It is also my weakness and caused my relationship with Zayn to crumble and fly away with the wind.” I conclude.

Adrian looks at me with a dead serious look then says “don’t you think you’re being a little too   dramatic? I mean come on, who says “it made my relationship crust, crumble and fly away in the wind?”

Like, do you think you’re the next Shakespeare?” Adrian says, laughing.  

“That’s very nice of you,” I say sarcastically. I rise up and brush away the invisible crumbs from my pyjama bottoms. “Goodnight Adrian, I guess you don’t want to hear the story….” I tease.