Mr. Perfect

Chapter 15: Photos and Photographers

Evan (P.O.V.)

*** Flashback ***

"Evan, stop it," Brittany said after we walked into the bathroom so that I could clean the blood on my mouth. "Stop it now."

"Stop what!?" I yelled, trying to clean the blood stains with a cloth.

"Stop whatever it is you are doing."

I looked away from the mirror.

"And what would that be!?" I said.

I was starting to get irritated.

"Whatever it is that you and that loser keep referring to as 'deal,'" Brittany said. "I am getting sick of it and want it to stop. I'm your girlfriend, and you spend more time with her than me. I mean, that is just so unfair!"

I sighed heavily, getting back to cleaning the blood.

"Evan, you don't see it, huh?" Brittany scoffed. "You don't realize what is going on."

"Can you stop talking in riddles? I'm already irritated, and you are doing nothing but irritating me more." I said.

"You are becoming obsessed with this girl. She's becoming an obsession, and you're not even realizing it."

I dropped the cloth, looking away from the mirror again.

"What!?" I said.

"Yes!" She said. "This girl is becoming an obsession. You're obsessed with her."

"Stop your nonsense! I'm not obsessed with Faith Davis."

"Yes, you are. You are obsessed with her. She's the only person you think of and talk about. I'm always getting sick of hearing her name from your mouth. And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Everybody in the group feels this way, and after everything that happened today, I think you should stop giving her so much attention. You shouldn't give her so much importance."

I hate that everybody feels that way about me. I hate that all my friends think that Faith Davis is my obsession.

I'm Evan Owens, and if people feel this way about me, it needs to stop.

All of this must stop, but right after, I get revenge for everything that happened today.

"What are you thinking about Evan?" Brittany said. "Call her and tell her that you're done with her."

"Okay," I said.

****

"What do you want us to do, Mr. Owens?" The photographer, Joe, asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What do you mean?" I asked coldly. "I thought I already made myself clear on what you are supposed to do."

"Look, Mr. Owens, I understand what you want us to do, but how will we do this if the girl is unconscious?"

I sighed, looking at Faith, who was lying unconscious on my bed.

She had the face of an innocent person when, in actuality, she is nothing close to innocent.

The problem with Faith Davis is that she is a damn emotional fool.

Letting your emotions get the best of you means causing your destruction. And that's precisely what she has done.

I ruined her mother's pendant, but so what? It's just a damn pendant. And then she goes around yelling that I'm a horrible person because I destroyed her mother's pendant.