Trust Me To Hurt You

Chapter 5

Logan Lerman as Evan Staub at the side

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                I looked down at my outfit, hoping that it would be okay for this sunny afternoon.

                I was meeting this guy Emma had set me up with, and his name was Evan. He was really cute. Well, based on the pictures, I should say, but now I’m seeing him in person here in Starbucks.

                I was wearing a black and white tank top with some grey skinny jeans, leather ankle boots, and a white leather jacket. I had my sunglasses pulling my hair back, and I knew that I looked great, since Emma told me what to wear.

                I sat down at a booth, relaxing as I inhaled the intoxicating smell. I loved the coffee here in Starbucks, and the smell just made me feel like I’m on a coffee drug.

                I ordered myself some Dark Mocha, while I got Evan some Caramel. I waited for a bit longer, until the glass door was opened by the familiar blue eyed guy I observed in pictures.

                “Hey, you must be Allie.” He said as he took my appearance in. I gave him a warm smile. He was a good looking guy, no doubt, and that’s when I remembered where I saw him before.

                “Wait, were you that guy from Camp five years ago?” He nodded, and I let out a laugh. “Oh my God, I remembered our paint fight. So now I know why you were so familiar.” I said with a sigh of relief. No need to impress this dude. I was already done in humiliating myself years ago.

                               

                (start of flashback)

                “Emma, can you fix this boat thing?” I asked my best friend, who was just finished painting a beautiful painting of our object of the week. She had always been one to paint way more artistically than me and Nicole. 

                She rolled her eyes at me when I gave her my paintbrush. “What? Haven’t you seen a mixed color of blue and red?” I asked, and she shook her head, laughing. “The things I do for you.” She said good naturedly as she fixed my painting.

                I looked around the room, trying to see if the paintings were any better than the others. When I got to the last one, where a dark haired boy that was a bit small for a twelve year old. I leaned forward. He was just doing the finishing touches to his object, when he suddenly jumped away, the green paint from his paintbrush hitting my cheek.

                “ARGH!” He yelled. I looked down to see me spilling his paint all over his jeans. Next thing I know was someone shouting paint fight, and the rest was history.

                (end of flashback) 

                “Well, you look pretty good. Though I hope you won’t spill your frap all over me.” He teased. I rolled my eyes at him and gave him a good natured smile.

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                "How was the date?"

                "It's not a date, Emma. It's just a get together." 

                "No difference." She simply stated and I ran my fingers through my hair as I filled her in. We just did the usual talk. He was really fun to talk to. He was easy going and knowledgeable. He's a poet, and he's applying for Harvard next year.

                "So how is it back there?" I asked as I walked through the streets. It was now nearing twilight, and I wanted to go shopping for a little bit. I just bought a cute pair of shoes, and these glamorous bangles and bag. Now all I need was some ice cream and I can get back to the apartment.

                "Well, Nicole is starting to feel the pressure of Calculus, thanks to you're little move across the country. Seriously, that girl sucks at it. It's a good thing I'm able to pass."

                I chuckled, when Emma is the artistic one, I'm the smart one. I always get straight A's, and help them in their weakest, for this case, Calculus.

                "Oh, also, the teachers here say hi and added 'Now we're stuck with the idiots. Thanks a lot for leaving us.'"

                I laughed out loud, and got in line for some ice cream. It wasn't really long. There was a family with twins at the very start, a couple, and then the one in front of me, a guy who was very tan.

                "Oh, it won't be so bad."

                "Says the nerd." 

                I rolled my eyes.

                "Hey, I've gotta go." I said. I was next in line.

                When I got my ice cream, I smiled like a little girl.

                But when I turned around, the smile faded.

                "Oh fuck!"

                "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" I exclaimed with wide eyes. I looked up at the tall figure. It was that hot guy two days ago in the principal's office. I felt the heat rise up to my face.

                He was scowling, his bright ocean blue eyes looking at the mess I made on his leather jacket.

                "Watch where you're going next time." 

                "I really am sorry. I'm such a klutz--"

                He snorted. "You don't say?"

                I narrowed my eyes at him and walked off, still embarrassed yet fuming at him.

                "What an ass..." I muttered

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Also guys, I'm sorry if you check my story every other day and see that some parts changed. I'm a perfectionist, so I always edit stuff.