Mr. Perfect

Chapter 30: Unknown Letters

Faith (P.O.V.):

"What do you want?" Evan asked. 

I sighed heavily, rolling my eyes.

For the past five minutes, I have been reading non-stop. 

I tried to start our project, but Evan sat there for five minutes. 

He sat there, sitting on his phone and not taking his eyes off of it. 

First, he was silent. 

No, he was more upset because his phone was taking a long time to charge since it had died completely. 

But, when it turned back on, he picked it up and hadn't set it down since then.

"Evan, you are supposed to contribute," I said. 

"I am." He said, not taking his eyes off his phone.

"How?"

"I'm present, Faith. My presence is more than enough."

"You said you were going to contribute."

"Faith, I don't care about this damn project. You told me to contribute, so I am. My presence here alone counts as a contribution to your project."

I snatched the phone from his hand.

"What the hell!?" Evan exclaimed.

"It's not my project!" I said. "It's our project, and I am not going to do this on my own! You were dying to be my partner, so now, you must do something!"

Evan rolled his eyes.

"First, give me my phone back," He said. "You can't just pull it out of my hand like that. That's disrespectful. You are disrespecting me by snatching it like that, and I will not tolerate my insult."

"Fine!" I said, standing up and getting my bag. "Here's your stupid phone!" 

Evan caught the phone before it fell on the floor.

"I'm leaving!" I said. "I will do this project on my own!"

Evan sighed heavily.

"I'm not the right person for all this." He said. "I don't do whatever it is that you're doing. When I said I would contribute, I meant being present while you did your project."

I rolled my eyes, angrily leaving the room.

"He is impossible!" I muttered to myself, looking down. "I was better off with Mary! But that freak Mason Wilhelm! I don't even know where he came from! Stealing my partner right in front of me! Why wouldn't he!? He's, of course, Evan's dog! Evan's damn faithful dog! Ev, this! Ev, that! Like, he seriously has no life!"

"Are you okay?" Somebody asked me.

I looked up.

It is the girl who was defending Evan that other day. 

His sister, I suppose.

She smiled at me.

I smiled back weakly,  feeling embarrassed. 

I should stop this habit of muttering things to myself. 

People will think that I am a freak.

"Uh...Yeah, I was...I was just..."

"Letting off steam?" She asked.

"I...Um...I don't know...I have this terrible habit of muttering things to myself sometimes. It's weird, I know. But that Evan Owens! He makes me so ang-"