Mistake

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TW: I'm gonna try my best to phrase this right. Like, no consent to something? Is that a trigger?

Ho boi, y'all are gonna hate me after this chapter.

Evan's POV

I felt myself being walked outside. Through the blur of my tears, I could see the road and beams of sunlight. I could feel a breeze cooling my face down and making me shiver. The arms wrapped themselves tighter around my waist.

"Its okay Evan." A voice whispered in my ear. I shivered again. We approached a blurred red pick-up truck. I could hear the car door opening. I was gently put onto a seat and strapped in. The door was slammed shut. Then everything went black.

My eyes snapped open. I looked around at my unfamiliar surroundings. I was on somebody's couch, covered with a soft blanket. I was all alone. Then everything came rushing back. My first day on the job. How I started having an attack. Now I was here. Wait. Where exactly is here?

"You're finally awake!" A voice exclaimed from behind me. I quickly turned around and saw Marcus. His flirty attitude was gone, replaced with concern.

"You okay man? What happened back there?" He asked me.

"I-I had a p-panic a-attack." I muttered. Marcus nodded. In the blink of an eye he flopped down onto the couch right next to me. He threw his arm around my shoulders. It's just platonic Evan.

"I called our boss, they said we could take the rest of the day off." He told me. I nodded and focused on the floor. An awkward silence settled over us, making me tense.

"Hey, do you want to watch something on Netflix?" Marcus questioned.

"S-Sure." I said. He grabbed the remote off of a coffee table in front of us. He clicked on the TV and went onto Netlfix. He scrolled through his suggestions before choosing IT.

I tried not to shudder. I hated scary movies with all of my heart. If they were cheesy or poorly made I could watch them. But something like IT? No way. I got nightmares just my watching the ads.

I burrowed under the fuzzy blanket. At every scary part I would yelp, causing Marcus to laugh and pat my shoulder. He didn't see the tears falling down my face. By the end of the movie I couldn't hold back my sobs anymore.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you didn't like horror movies." Marcus whispered in my ear as he pulled me close to his chest. His warm arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly. I pulled out of his embrace and wiped my eyes.

"Its o-okay." I muttered. His face fell for a second, but he quickly smiled again.

"Can I make it up to you by making us lunch?" Marcus asked. I pasted on a watery smile and nodded. He gave my back a few pats, his hand lingering, before leaving the room. I stayed put, not comfortable enough to start moving around. A few minutes later he came back with two plates, both with a sandwich and a pile of chips.

"I hope you like roast beef!" Marcus exclaimed happily. He sat down next to me and started eating. I actually didn't like roast beef. But to be polite I took a few bites. I looked down at my plate and realized that I had finished half of the sandwich.

Eat the half. You don't want to seem rude, a voice told me. Don't eat it. He'll see you as a disgusting slob, another voice hissed. I took a few more bites before gently placing the plate on the coffee table.

"Thanks." I whispered. Marcus finished his plate and put it down next to mine.

"I just realized we don't know that much about each other. So, tell me a few things about yourself Evan." He said.

"M-My full name is E-Evan Ben H-Hansen. I'm t-taking a year o-off before I-I g-go to college. I'm a-an only child a-and a t-tree expert." I admitted.

"I'm in my second year of college at Providence University. I have an older brother who's halfway across the country at college. I love playing football. I'm also single." He confessed with a wink at the end. I could feel my face heat up.

"I-I..." I start before I realize that Connor and I had broken up. I could no longer say I had a boyfriend.

"I'm s-single t-too. A single p-pringle. Not s-so sure I'm r-ready to m-mingle. I just m-made t-that really a-awkward didn't I." I babbled. Marcus chuckled and I could feel my blush intensify. He leaned in towards me. I stayed still. He got closer and closer. He shut his eyes. Just then, my phone started buzzing. His eyes snapped open and he pulled away. I realized the buzzing was coming from my phone in my pocket. I pulled it out. The caller ID said Leo. I got up off the couch and answered.

"H-Hello?" I asked as I walked into another room.

"Where are you? You're not at the Starbucks and your boss said you went home. Do you know how worried I've been? I almost called Heidi. I've been texting you but you haven't been answering." Leo ranted angrily.

"I-I'm sorry. I h-had a-an attack and a co-worker b-brought me to h-his apartment." I explained. I could hear a sigh from the other end.

"I need you to come home. Then we need to have a serious talk. Do you want me to come pick you up or can your co-worker drive you home?" He asked.

"Can y-you c-come pick me up? I don't w-want to bother h-him anymore t-then I-I already have." I said. I gave Leo Marcus' address and he hung up. I sighed and walked back into the living room.

"I-I'm sorry, I h-have t-to go." I told Marcus. He frowned.

"Alright. Do you want me to drive you?" He questioned as he got off of the couch.

"Its f-fine. My f-friend is g-going to pick m-me up." I muttered as I stared at my shoes.

I felt a warm hand on my face.

Marcus lifted my chin up so we were eye to eye.

He leaned it.

His soft lips met mine.

His arms encircled my waist.

He held me tight.

I didn't push him away.

And that was a mistake.

Hey there! Hope you liked the chapter! I have to go back to school tomorrow. Ugggh. The marking period is ending soon so I have a few tests to take. I have to finish an essay by Wednesday. I really hate school. So much. Yesterday I stumbled across a falsettos bootleg. Oh my lord, I was so happy! The one I usually watched had been taken down and I thought there were no others out there. I think I should have finding bootlegs as one of my talents/hobbies. Now I'm just rambling. Ummmmm, yeah! Thanks so much for reading! I love you guys!

-Cronch

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