Mine. [Evan Peters x Reader] | (21+)

Chapter 4

As I went through my front door, I notice that his face wasn't there. I my thoughts came back of Evan acting not like himself last night. I couldn't help to think what happened to him, when I left him, of course something happened, he had blood all over himself.

I walk into school, I wasn't hungry for breakfast, so I went straight to my locker and got my books for first period, I looked around for my World History and American History textbooks, while I did that, the intercom came on with the principal's voice.

"Good morning Westfield High, today we would... like to pray for all the students who had a dramatic death last night at the local bar, it was a tragedy for everyone who had a close friend or a loved one who had got shot......Thank you students for you patients" he said. I closed my locker, and I was face to face with the football quarterback, Callum Woods.

"(Y/n), what's up" he said with a cocky smile. All I did was roll my eyes. He cleared his throat.

"So, the... um prom, you know... is next Friday" I could see sweat come from his forehead. I griped my books closer to my chest. "I was wondering if you'd like to... go with me?" He said, I bit my lip, and put my hair behind my ear.

"I already have a date, sorry" I began to walk away, but Callum had stepped in front of me.

"And who might that be?" He said getting a little angry.

"Evan, Evan Peters, he-" he cut me off.

"Didn't he get shot last night?" He asked, how would he know, he was the one of all people to start screaming like a girl and running out the building.

"Nope, he's fine" I said, of course he didn't get hurt, I was with him the whole time, well part of it, and he protected me.

"Oh... okay I hope you and him... have fun" he said walking away, he went over to the left of the hallway and began to punch the lockers, bending and denting them. I looked at him stupidly, can he not take rejection?

I walk to my social studies with my books in my hand, not paying attention to what I was doing or where I was going. Most people in the school would move out of my way just so I could have the hall to myself. I went my social studies class, and sat down, waiting for the day to be over because I knew it was going to be a long day.

~Time Skip brought to you by American Horror Story: Freakshow>Jimmy Darling- "If you want it long and hard, you got to be soft and wide;)"

I went to fifth period and sat down in my regular seat, waiting for Evan. He probably wasn't here today, or maybe he did die in the shooting incident and I was dreaming everything that happened yesterday. The football players usually the last ones to come were finally on time before the class tardy bell rung, Mr. Pumpernickel got up from his desk and walked in front of the class with a clipboard in his hand.