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Chapter 15: Breaking and Building

(Note: Hey lovely readers!! i'm so sorry i've made you all wait so long! writer's block's really a bitch sometimes. And i'm sorry it's so short! but enjoy <3)

She had cleaned up the makeup beneath her eyes and looked back up at me.

“You know,” she started, then pursed her lips together, forming a tight line. “I’m not exactly feeling this party anymore.”

I suppressed a smile.

“Would you…” she trailed off, debating whether or not to say it. “Would you drive me home?”

“Of course.”

She led me through Noah’s house to the front door and I had the strangest sensation that I was being watched. Having the entire world staring at me 24/7, I had developed a keen sense of when I was being watched. And as Evie led me to the door, I was definitely being watched. I looked around, but made eye contact with no one.

I then took the lead and Evie’s hand in mine and led her to my car. As I did, desire welled in my gut and I pulled the door open for Evie. She smiled a sly grin and got in the car, closing the door behind her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Payne?” Rang a voice from behind me.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I turned to see Noah walking towards me, across the yard, with fists, balled by my sides.

I glanced behind me, at Evie, through the glass of the window, and she began to open the door.

“Stay in there, Ev, this’ll get ugly,” said Noah, suddenly in front of me, slamming the door shut again, trapping her in. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he said, turning back on me.

“Noah, I’m just giving her a ride home,” I said, trying my best to be calm. I was scared. Noah was bigger, stronger, and harsher than me. He could beat me in a fight, we both knew it. I also knew that he was quick to get physical. And that he was drunk and probably high.

“No, Payne, I know what you’re doing, you’re stealing my girlfriend!” he said, landing a fist in my gut. I doubled over in pain. “Just because you’re in your gay little boy band doesn’t mean you can have whatever the fuck you want.”

By then, Evie had crawled out the driver’s side door and screamed. “Noah! Stop!”

“I watched you,” he said, pushing me to the ground and turning on her. Just watching him snap toward her scared me. I saw the fire in his eyes and smoke in his ears. I pulled myself up, slowly. I felt a nasty bruise forming on my stomach and groaned in pain. “I watched you lead him outside,” he continued. “You little slut, you promised you wouldn’t cheat on me.”

Evie crossed her arms over her chest. I knew her and she wouldn’t let herself be the victim. “Noah, you did something horrible to me.”

“You didn’t fucking tell him, did you?”

“Noah, you can’t expect me to forgive you.”

“You did! And I forgave you!”

“I don’t want you to forgive me and I don’t want to forgive you!”

He released his fists. “Don’t say it, Ev,” he said in a softer tone. “Please, Ev, remember all the wonderful times we’ve had.”

“It’s fucking over, Noah.”

I was proud of her when she said that. Proud that she was taking a stand to someone she always was submissive to. By then, I was standing right behind Noah.