My Drug-In Editing

It's Not All 'OK'

Edited 6/16/16

Evie's POV

I step into my homeroom the next day. All eyes turn towards me. I can hear whispers of my name, Erik's name, yesterday, etc. This is practically a study hall, so the teacher doesn't pay much attention to us as long as we don't go crazy.

"Hey, Evie!" Cassandra, my best friend, calls me over to sit next to her.

"Hey Cassie," I say, walking over to the table she was at. Then I feel someone grab my arm and pull me towards them. It's Paul. Will he ever quit? It's so creepy. He drags me to a seat in between him and this really big (as in scary strong) guy with dark brown hair that's been buzzed cut named Jarrod Green. I look across the table to see none other than Erik.

"Hey Evie," he purrs sadistically.

"What do you want?" I ask annoyed. I probably have a test to be studying for. I don't know Cassandra keeps track of that stuff for me. She's obsessed with her grades.

"I want you to learn your place. You see, I'm Erik Beck, I practically run this school and what I say, goes," he says with authoritative confidence. I roll my eyes at him. He sounds so cocky oh my god. How can he honestly believe what he's saying?

"It must be nice being the king of the world" oops, I said that out loud.

"Yes, it is. So, Evelyn..." he says in his f**k-boy voice, leaning closer towards me "That means when I say we go out, we go out."

"You didn't even want to ask me out in the first place." I retorted, immediately regretting it. He grabs both of my shoulders and I feel Paul and Jarrod pushing in on me. Then I remember Paul's words about Erik not taking kindly to rejection.

"Well, since I'm king, I can't have people thinking that I'm going to let a nobody, like you, stand me up. You're either going to go out with me or I'll make the rest of your junior and the entirety of your senior year, a living hell." He hisses as he let's go of my shoulders. Ouch, they're sore now. Jarrod scoots over and Paul 'escorts' me over to Cassie's table.

"What was that about?" Cassie demands.

"Just a continuation of yesterday," I reply annoyed

"Be careful Evie, those guys usually mean bad news to people like us," she warns.

"Thanks, I'll be fine," I assure her. Or, was I trying to assure myself? Truth is, I have no clue what I'm going to do about this, and I think Erik's message was that it's not going to be all fine, for me, at least.

Ben's POV

I'm thinking about ditching today since the school seems to be buzzing with gossip. Apparently, Evelyn, Erik's 'victim', had turned Erik down. First off, no one has ever turned Erik down, under any circumstances. Secondly, Evelyn? Evelyn Wilson? Man, that's a name I haven't heard in a while. Evie and I were friends since we were little. Going into high school, we were besties, practically inseparable. Except, we separated into different groups of friends. She was always a bit more 'studious', so she hung out with similar people, hence Cassandra. I, on the other hand, found out that hanging around the 'druggies' would help me learn, first hand, more about the way people think. I know, I could just look up some scientific studies or whatever, but I feel like those end up being too vague or generalized. I wanted to get my own in-depth knowledge. I'm not just using these guys for 'studying/observation'. They're actually really cool people with great senses of humor. They don't pressure me to do drugs. They accept that I go to school and do my work and don't smoke. So, they're just happy to have my company and I'm happy to have theirs. I don't think they could help me with my current problem, however. Not all of them, anyway.

"Why are you so deep in thought, dude?" Tommi asks. Okay, while I don't think he can really help, he cares so much about people, especially his friends, and he won't leave me alone until I tell him.

"So, um, yesterday... That girl was Evie," I say, uncertain of how to explain how I'm feeling about it. On one hand, I feel like I shouldn't care. On the other, I'm worried about her. I know we haven't spoken in forever, but she lives down the street from me and as weird as it sounds, I've been trying to keep a protective eye on her.

"Yeah, I heard. So, does that mean something to you?" he asks.

"I just feel sick at the thought of anyone hurting her or trying to use her like Erik was. She deserves better than that," I explain as best I could, this feeling is unfamiliar to me.

"You should try to catch up with her. She was your friend from before high school, right?" he offers the best advice he can give. He knows who Evelyn is, but he doesn't know her like I do. I nod in response to his question, keeping my eyes trained on a burning roach (butt of a joint). He's right, I should try to catch up with her.