The Bad Boy (Evan Fong X Reader)

Chapter 6

*Your POV*

Walking inside was horrendous; the smell of alcohol and the mix of different colognes and perfumes filled the cramped space of the living room where multi strobe lights bounced off the walls. The music was obnoxious with some good bass that shook your chest with the intense vibrations. People crowded each part of his house and it was hard to squeeze through the cluster of either drunk and/or high teenagers. Finally pushing through, I find myself stuck next to Evan, Craig, Tyler, and another person I wasn't familiar with. 

"Y/n, this is Lui!" Evan introduced me to his other friend; he had to shout over the music and talking. I nod politely with a plastered smile. He kindly waves at me instead of saying hello. 

"You made it!" Tyler chuckled, falling onto me for balance. His breath reeked of vodka; I turned my face away from his. 

"Y-Yes I did sadly, now please refrain from being in my personal space Tyler." I help him over to a a decorative night stand next to the punch bowl that Evan and some of his friends crowded over. I leave Tyler and join everyone again. 

"Craig, why did you give him my number!" I shout over the music; he's dancing slightly, but stops when I ask him. 

"Oh-! He wanted to invite you, that's why he threw the party!" Craig, also intoxicated but seems to be a lightweight giggles after every few words with a beer in his hand. 

"Well, I didn't want to be here." Before going into a panic attack, I find my way out the back door with fresh air and the sound of crickets chirping was more soothing to me than the music blaring from Evan's house. I cling onto my bag that had books; I calm myself down, walking into the woods to find a tire swing I could fit into. Sitting inside, I sway myself back and forth and begin to read. 

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*Evan's POV* 

Looking for Y/n for an hour was a hassle within itself. It finally clicked that she told me she wasn't a people person, so maybe she's hiding. 

"Why did I force her to come, she probably is panicking somewhere!" I whisper to myself, pushing drunk teens out of my way to go upstairs and ask people if they've seen her. 

"Hey Evan~!" Marcel, holding a plastic red cup full of something slurs his words and holds onto my broad shoulders so he wouldn't fall. 

"Marcel, have you seen Y/n?" I ask him. He laughs, brushing his hand over my face. 

"Nope, but who cares!" He shouts, hurting my eardrums. He chuckles, taking a long drink from his cup. 

"I care, she's probably upset and ran off to hide." I tried explaining it to him, but he didn't understand. 

"Why invite her if she's just going to hide? She's fucking weird anyway- why do you like her so much?" Becoming aggravated with Marcel, I push him off of me and leave him on the floor. I make my way outside, frantically trying to find her. My mind raced and I couldn't catch up to it. 

"Y/N!" I shout, hoping she was outside. I make my way to the backyard, searching in the dark with a flashlight on my phone. I don't hear her. 

"Y/N!!" I shout again, trying my best to hear for her. Nothing still. 

"Fuck.." I make my way into the darkness of the woods. 

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*Your POV*

"Y/N!" I hear Evan faintly call; I didn't need him intoxicated trying to force me to do anything, so I keep quiet and bookmark my place in my book. 

"Y/N!!" He sounds truly upset and panicky that he can't find me, which makes my guilt sink in. I remain quiet still, hoping he would give up. I see a flash of light peek through the bushes and trees- he's coming.