Chris and Eva hate each other with burning passion. Or do they?
Because there's a fine line between love and hate.
Something between these best friends messed up what they had.
It takes effort from both to reconcile. So... will they?
I AM SOOOO SORRY for uploading like a month later. There was no inspiration whatsoever. Whenever I sat in front of my laptop I was blank. But then I remembered you guys and that motivated me to write this chapter :)
Okay, so this chapter potrays Chris and Evas backstory.
(also omg look at this picture edit I found of ChrisxEva)
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* Flashback to the summer before they started high school *
Eva POV
"The flight from London has arrived at 4:49 pm," said the announcement.
Standing at the entrance I held a board with Chris's name. The airport was crowded with people flowing in and out.
He left for London as soon as middle school got over due to his grandfather's death, as his entire family lives there except for him and his parents who live here in San Francisco, USA. Chris loved his grandfather, so his death took a toll on him - for the worse.
Before he left he told me he just needed some time to grieve and he promised that he'd come back as soon as possible. But the sad part was that I found out he was coming today from his mother and not him. Hopefully, that was because its meant to be a surprise.
He also told me that he was in love with me, and told me to think about I feel and tell him when he gets back. After a lot of thinking. Two months exactly. I was going to confess my feelings for him and that I was stupid for not replyingimmediately that I was in love with him too.
My eyes looked back up at the entrance in excitement to be in his arms again. In that moment Chris walked out.
Holy shit he got hot.
Suddenly everything seemed to slow down. His abs were showing through a plain white shirt. His brown tousled hair bounced perfectly as he took long strides. His concrete, sharp jaw clenched and unclenched. My eyes traveled to his muscly arms and I noticed his right hand stretched back.
But I was mistaken to think it was holding a bag.
A perfectly curvy girl emerged from behind him. Her hair was a rich shade of raven - black. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a dark, chocolate brown and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, pink full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Her hands enveloped his as they walked out together.
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It felt as though I had laid out my heart and every step they took it got crushed until there were million pieces, too many to take the time to pick up and mend. Retreating, I ran towards my car with blurry eyes.
No Eva, you will not cry!
But it was too late, immediately as I sat down in the drivers seat, a never ending waterfall erupted from my eyes. A never ending pain decided to engulf my every thought.
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My babe Camila Mendes is the unknown girl that I described. I love her sfm.
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