Eve's POV:
I wake up the next morning for once in my old bed. I feel like I'm sleeping in a hotel or something, having spent so many nights at Ashton's place.
I tumble out of bed and change my shirt, I don't want any questions on my new pajama attire.
When I walk out of the room, Michelle, Britt, my dad and some woman all sit at the kitchen table.
"She's my little trouble maker." My dad introduces Michelle to the woman, they shake hands.
"Oh, and this is Evelyn," He gestures to me. "My eldest."
The woman walks up to me and shakes my hand, she's really beautiful, she looks about 30 but her demeanor tells me she's 40. She looks good for her age. Her rich, dark brown hair is cut at her shoulders and her piercing, light brown eyes scream love. She looks like she's a mother, or a mother figure of some sort.
"Hello Evelyn, I'm Jane." She says.
"You can call me Eve."
"Eve… Well it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
Well look at that… Dad's finally brought a girl home.
***
I make my breakfast and join my family and Jane at the table.
"So, Eve, I heard your birthday's tomorrow, how old are you turning?" She asks.
"15."
"I remember when I was 15." Britt says beside me.
"Me too." My dad glares at her, I just laugh because I know Britt probably got into enough trouble.
My dad looks good for his age, long, strong jaw. Tall, masculine figure, and soft loving eyes.
Kind of like Ashton.
Maybe they'll get along…
"So what grade are you ladies in?" She asks.
"Michelle is 12 but she's in 8th grade, she skipped a grade when she was younger." Michelle just flashes an extremely fake smile.
"And Eve is turning 15 but she's a rising junior. She skipped a grade as well."
"Wow, you girls are smart. Well, I work at a school and I've seen enough failing students for my lifetime, It just makes me happy to see some people are trying."
Oh, she's a teacher. That explains the mother appeal.
We all stay quiet because we know that Michelle used to be a good student, but her grades have fallen greatly since mom left.
"I can't wait 'til my birthday." I smile, changing the subject for everyone. They all go on and on about birthday stories, good ones and bad ones.
I'm actually kind of excited for my birthday this year.
I don't know why.
Maybe because I can spend it with Ashton.
Ashton.
I should call him.
I excuse myself from the table and scurry to my bedroom.
When I dial his number he answers with a cough.
Oh no.
"Ashton?"
"Hey Evelyn." His voice is so horse and scratchy.
"Ashton are you sick?"
"I think so…" He coughs. "I woke up feeling shitty."
"Awh, baby I'm sorry… I can come over if you want."
