Lockwood Academy Rivals

Chapter Ten

• Evan •

    For a moment there, I really thought I was about to get my ass kicked. I was so sure that Christian had lost his mind. That, or he really, really loves his car.

    He didn't do anything, though. After I fell to the ground, his face cleared of all anger and he offered a hand to help me up. I took it hesitantly, not wanting to make him mad or anything. One second he was raging and the next he was calm.

After he helped me up, I dusted myself off and he told me that we were still going to work on the biographies. He didn't leave me any room to object either. Not that I was planning on it, I even offered to have him ride to my house with me instead of him following me in his car. I don't think he really wanted to leave his car alone at the school, but he agreed anyways.

    So, we are currently sitting in an awkward silence in my car, going to my place. Not really sure that I want to be alone with him in my house, but it's a little late now.

    "Um, I'm not the one who did that to your car, just so you know." I say, breaking the silence. It's the truth. I didn't touch his car and I don't know why someone would frame me for it.

    Well, actually, I do. It's not exactly hard for someone to believe it was me (obviously). I'm guessing the guy who said it was me, was the one who really did it. Too bad I didn't see his face. He deserves to have his teeth punched in.

    I glance at Christian out of the corner of my eye and he's already looking at me. I'm surprised by the expression on his face. He looks almost... embarrassed.

    "I believe you, Evan. I'm sorry for coming at you like that."

    What?

    Christian believes me, just like that? And he apologized? I look back at the road, confused. He must want me to think that he does believe me, so I don't see it coming when he smothers me with my own pillow.

    Well, now I really don't want to be alone with him.

"I'm not going to do anything to you, Evan. Stop making that face." He says tiredly. Oops, I guess my thoughts showed on my face.

We pull up to my driveway and I turn the jeep off and take the keys out. I open the car door and hop out of it, walking to my front door without looking back to see if Christian is following me.

When I unlock the front door and walk inside, Christian is following after me. I pause in my steps, trying to decide if I want to take him to my room, or just work in the living room.

Well, if he's going to kill me, I'd rather die in the comfort of my own bedroom.

I plop down on my bed when I get to my room and bend down to reach under my bed, getting my laptop. Christian clears his throat. He's just standing in my door way with a weird expression on his face.

"C'mon," I say, patting a space on my bed. "I don't bite."

Unless you want me to.

Whoa. Wait, what?

    That was kind of a weird thought. Obviously not having a girlfriend is really doing something to my head.

A weight pushing down my bed pulls me out of my thoughts and I'm very thankful for it. I shake my head and focus on Christian.

"Now tell me some stuff about yourself and I'm going to type it all out. I'll make it into a real paper later." I say. He purses his lips and then shakes his head.

    "How about you go first." He suggests. I sigh, rolling my eyes. I don't care who goes first, I just want to get this over with.

    Christian gets out a notebook from his book bag that he brought in and I start telling him stuff about my life. Where I was born, how much I weighed, all that and more. I talk about my parents and what they do for a living while Christian writes everything down.

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• Christian •

    I finished writing the paragraph of information Evan just told me and had my pencil poised over my note pad, waiting for him to say more. When he doesn't say anything after a few seconds, I look up.

    My heart flutters at the sight of him, as cheesy as that sounds. In the short time it took for me to write the stuff down, he fell asleep. Evan lays propped up against the headboard of his bed, eyes closed and lips parted. He looks so calm and peaceful in his sleep. Without him glaring or giving me looks of disdain, he looks innocent. Like an angel.

    I cringe at my own thought. I sound like a lovesick fool. A silly, delusional teenager, thinking that their little crush is the most amazing thing in the world.

    Honestly, I know Evan isn't perfect. No where near. He's kind of stupid sometimes and he's a bit of a dick to me. The latter might be my fault, though. Instead of messing with him, I should have became his friend. That would be even more cliche though, wouldn't it? Being in love with my best friend.

    I watch Evan sleep, not wanting to wake him. If he were to wake up right now, he would think that I'm a creep for watching him sleep, but this is probably the only time I'll get to see him like this.

     Well, if it is, I might as well have something to remember it by. Sighing, I pick up my iPhone from the spot it's sitting on the bed next to me.

    Going to the camera app, I can't help but to think that this is the creepiest thing I've ever done. I don't feel bad, though, as I take a picture of him. It makes a click sound and I pause, holding my breath. He doesn't move.

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