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✯ E V E L Y N ✯
I awake in my four-poster bed to the sun streaming pink light through my sheer curtains.
I'm not sure what I expected, but I anticipated the fact that I'd wake up alone, and that's why it hurts a lot less. My hair is a tangled mess, my tired limbs tangled in satin sheets but I've never felt more awake. The thought of what happened last night is enough to send my heart rate escalating. Jesse. All of him. Every sigh, every kiss, every thrust. All of him.
And, as I stare at the ceiling with a stupid smile on my face, I conclude that I am not gay.
∞
The benefit of having my birthday on a Friday is that things can calm down over the weekend.
The next day Eva hired a cleaning crew to clean up the mess that was my party (it was too much for the maids), and breakfast was ready by the time everyone was awake.
I spent the weekend catching up with my relatives, eating leftover birthday cake and, most importantly, thinking about Jesse.
I haven't heard from him since Friday, but I guess we need a few days to actually comprehend what went down that night. When I look back, the thought that we actually had sex always throws me off-guard. I know if I didn't have the necklace I would have assumed it was all a dream.
I head to my locker as I walk into school, glad I caught the earlier bus so I wouldn't be rushing to get ready for class. The usual sound of laughter and jeering fills my ears as I walk through the hallway, my eyes firmly thrown forward.
I catch a few curious eyes on me but I shrug them off, focusing on getting through the thinning crowd. Because of my insomnia, I didn't sleep through the weekend, and this morning I woke up earlier than everyone else. I finished every last bit of my homework, which hasn't happened in possibly five years.
"Evelyn!" I turn my head to the direction of the voice, and I see one of the populars - whose name I can never seem to remember - smirking at me. The ditzy redhead at his side cackles, her laugh like nails scraping against a chalkboard.
I look away, biting my lip in confusion and a bit of anger. And then, as if everything is thrown into a new light, I see the eyes on me. And I hear the voices.
"Holy shit."
"Jesus, I didn't know it was her."
"He could do so much better."
"Isn't she that quiet psycho that always cuts and talks to herself?"
"I heard her brother died in an accident a couple of years ago."
"I heard she killed him one night 'cause he took her razors."
"Well, she must be good in bed if Jesse chose her."
