Chriseva's Beginning

One Shot

Parties seemed to be the signature place for Chris' trysts. Eva could recall every word, every detail, every sensation she felt when she first kissed him at the Halloween party. And secretly, he did as well. Because she was different. Fun. Brainy.

But because she was different, Chris wasn't anticipating any more rendezvous in bedrooms-even after her break up with her bushy-browed boyfriend.

He didn't feel guilty. Not really. And he didn't feel neglected, either. He had plenty of other women to choose from. Granted, Eva was of her own status, but they still sated his playboy desires.

Penetrator Chris didn't need Eva. But he certainly wanted her.

And Eva wanted a rebound. Chris lurked in the back of her mind, a thought, an idea, but she was waiting for a better one. He was a newfound drug. Addicting, but unhealthy and too popular.

But she conceeded with the fact that she wasn't looking for another Jonas. Another chained, long relationship. She wanted simple flings.

The trick was knowing that the flings she was having weren't going to make her into a homewrecking slut.

She was young. She was free. And she was determined to enjoy it.

Eva hadn't known she'd be enjoying it with Chris until the night Noora and William threw a party at their house.

It was still odd, knowing that Noora and William were living together-and were planning on moving to England.

Was that Love, or was that Insanity?

"Where's Vilde?" a teasing voice pressed against the side of Eva's right ear, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Why? Is she a new victim?" Eva spun to face Chris in all his glory.

His chocolate hair was brushed as if purposely designed to be fucked up and his eyes were alight with wicked ideas.

Eva wondered if she looked attractive in his eyes-or just an ordinary schoolmate. She tried her best thick cat eyeliner, one of her few dark skirts and an olive fitted sweatshirt.

"Not for me," he answered. "For you. I was hoping you'd put on another show."

Eva arched a brow, a stray strand of hair brushing across her cheek.

Chris was tempted to reach out and tuck it back in its place. But he resisted-because that just wasn't something he would do. He wouldn't touch her until she touched him.

"A show? For you?" Eva's brilliant memory scanned to the past when she had a drunken spit-exchange with Vilde at the Penetrator's fundraiser.

Chris had been right by her side, watching the girl-on-girl with complete bemusement. He'd seen women kiss each other before-have participated in the action even-but it was simply watching Eva tangle with the prude Vilde was enough to make Chris's night.

"Is that too much to ask?" Chris asked, smirking.

Eva scoffed. "A little, yeah."

Chris cocked his head to the side. "You're too sober. Do you want a drink?"

"Why? Am I better wasted?"

"I like you both ways," Chris confessed. "But this is a party. And we can hardly let alcohol go to waste."

Like a magician, Chris produced two plastic cups brimmed with cheap beer and ice.

Eva downed it like she was lost in the Sahara dessert.

Chris, however, took his time, taking in every detail of Eva over the rim of his cup.

"There are plenty of girls here," Eva observed. "Why don't you go hunt?"