Buried Wishes ✔

Chapter 6: You don't love her, you don't love her, you don't love her!

~ [Liam] ~

Stepping out of the elevator on the 4th floor, I walked through a ghost town. I had gotten used to this, having walked here almost every weekend last quarter to visit him in his little corner. Mason always found peace in the weirdest places. One time, I came over and found him napping under his desk.

I didn't sneak a peek through the little window as I pushed open the door only to find Evelyn lying on the table and Mason leaned forward. Their faces were very close to each other. Too close, but this was Mason. I can't stop him from what he had a right to do.

No matter how jealous it made me.

And it made me jealous as hell.

As Ev got up and off the table, Mason's phone dinged and he pulled it out to check the screen.

"Sh!t, guys, I forgot I promised my dad I'd come into work today. I'm so fucking late," he said grabbing his things.

"You're going to work dressed like that?" Ev asked him, pointing at his plaid pajama pants and he and I both laughed.

"Once he came to work in just boxers," I told her and laughed even more as her jaw dropped.

Mason said his goodbyes and rushed out the room, leaving Ev and I awkwardly alone with each other. Or maybe it wasn't awkward, but it felt that way.

Was she just about to kiss Mason as I walked in?

"What are you doing just standing there?" Ev asked with a questioning smile, gesturing for me to sit. Instead of taking the seat across from her, I decided to take the one beside her, since there wasn't much discussing. She had notes to show me, so it just made more sense for me to sit next to her.

Okay, fine. I just wanted to sit closer to her.

She looked so pretty today, in her cute little tank top and boxer shorts. She looked like she belonged in a clothes catalog, modeling in girly pajamas. Absolutely stunning.

"Nice pjs," I mumbled, trying not to stare at her legs like a drooling creep.

"Why aren't you wearing any?" She gave me her up-down scan and I suddenly felt self conscious.

"Because I came from work," I said, turning my attention to the papers scattered on the desk. Her eyes were still on my navy blue dress shirt, which was tucked into my black slacks.

"Mason was right," she scowled, "You do look douchey in work clothes."

"Oh," I said loudly, rolling my eyes, "Really. I happen to think I look like a hot CEO or whatever it is that girls read about in their romance novels."

She started giggling and I feel all the muscles in my body melt to the pleasant sound. She's like an angel with no wings. (a/n: So, like a person. [props to you if you get this reference])

"Okay," she managed to say between breathless laughter, "I mean if you're aiming for that Christian Grey vibe, then fine, but wow is that cliché."

I watched her as she ran her fingers through her hair, stopping at a knot and then push for her fingers to break through her tangled locks. What a dork. What a delightful dork, cute and captivating all in one.

This was what I wished I last remembered of her, but the day she left was an off day. She walked away in a huff and then I lost her and thought I'd never see her again.

~[Flashback]~

"Evelyn!" I heard from inside the girls bathroom. Halting my walk, I stood still, wondering why the voice of Grace Bigg would even be uttering the name of my almost best friend. It's the middle of second period and the hallways were completely empty, so I had to make sure my steps were light, because the echoes of my footsteps freaked me out.