Evelyn

Chapter 2:

Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that yes, Evelyn Belrose is not supposed to be the most likable of characters and that's perfectly fine because that's how I intended for her to be. She's mean (on the inside), selfish, manipulative, cunning and just plain cruel ,internally, but you have to understand that all humans have a breaking point and before moving to Maine, Evelyn was a sweet, selfless, kind girl who had an idealistic view of the world. But after all the incidents that occurred in California, she's too far gone now to go back to becoming the innocent, sweet girl she was before. 
Aidan Zimmermann is above

Now, prepare to meet Jace Westfall :))))

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The first thought that entered her mind as she regained her senses and blinked dazedly up at the sun, lying in the arms of a complete stranger, was;

What the hell just happened?

The second was,

Oh shit, indeed, Aidan.

But it wasn't for the reason she expected it to be. Under any other circumstance, 'Oh shit' would've meant, "Oh shit, that was embarrassing, I just ran smack dab into a person!", but this time, 'oh shit' was, "Oh shit, it's Adonis." 

And he could've been. Standing at least six inches taller than her with his 6'2 frame, dark green eyes, bronze skin and dark hair, any other girl would have mistaken him for some otherworldly creature, like an angel or a god of some sort. And it would have been very embarrassing had Evelyn been one of those girls, shocked speechless, but she wasn't. A certain prince from a fairytale a long time ago had taught her that pretty faces often held very wicked hearts.

Evelyn was able to regain her senses quickly and pushed herself out of the guy's arms, brushing herself off.

"Thanks." she said smoothly, not meeting his eyes. 

"I'd advise you to watch where you're going next time." his voice was deep, but not too deep. Just the perfect pitch, masculine, husky and flowing like velvet.

"I'll keep that in mind," Evelyn didn't blush anymore, so she was thankful that she didn't look as embarrassed as she felt. "For the next time someone just happens to be standing in my way for no reason." 

"I was standing here in this very spot while you were still ten yards away, so that should've set off some warning bells in your head right then and there." the guy shot back, twirling the soccer ball effortlessly on the point of his finger. "Although I must admit, it seemed like you were, and still are, pretty blind."

Evelyn's anger flared on the inside although she managed to control it. She had two options; end the conversation right here and there with her own pride wounded, or fight back and try to find a way to kick this guy's ego to the curb.

The former would be the pacifist move and wouldn't do her any great harm besides some wounded pride. The latter was rather reckless and there would be no guarantee that she'd win this stupid fight.  

"Or maybe someone's pretty terrible at kicking." this time, she couldn't help herself, the words just flew right out of her mouth. But she knew, the minute those words left her lips, she'd made an invalid argument.

The guy chuckled,

"You'd have to blame my buddy, Blake, over there then, because he delivered the shot. I don't know if you were trying to diss me or what, but I can tell you were attempting to." he raised an eyebrow, smirking at her.

Never, for the past two years, had Evelyn felt so humiliated and stupid.   

"Two things before I leave;" the guy started to turn around, lazily transferring the soccer ball from his left shoulder to his right without using his hands. "One; go get your vision checked and two; maybe your facts, as well."