The Bad Boy OR The Best Friend

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When I reach home, I unlock the door and lock it again once I am in. Dad must be at his office, he's a leading lawyer with Evan's family's business firm. It's a well established thing, but I don't have much idea about it. Dad just discusses his cases sometimes with me without going in much detail, plus I am zero interested in that stuff, so there's that.

I reheat the frozen pizza for myself and head to my room upstairs. My father's bedroom is on the bottom floor, and we have my room and the guest room upstairs. After I reach my room, I open the windows to let in some fresh but immediately regret my decision when I see Evan locking his lips with Rose.

My instant reaction is to pull the curtains and I turn around. Fuck life, honestly. I thought since Evan didn't drop me back home, they must be going out. But I should have known better than that. Of course they would come back to his place to make up for the lost time.

A vibration buzz makes me pull the phone out of my jeans and I see that it's Dad who's calling me. I immediately pick up the call.

"Hi Dad!" I say, well aware that he's calling me to catch up on things.

"Hi sweetheart. Have lunch yet?" He asks and I look at the pizza lying on my bed.

"Just about to. What about you? Take your medicines?" I shoot back and I can feel him smiling on the other end.

"Yes, had lunch and took my medicines. Listen, An, I'll be home a little late. Order whatever you want, okay? Or I can ask Miranda to cook extra for you." He says, referring to Evan's mother.

"It's alright, I understand. I am sure that even if I walk over there last minute, Miranda still wouldn't kick me out." I tell him and he laughs.

"Of course, Paul and Miranda love you. I gotta run now, okay? Take care, hun." He says before hanging up.

I sigh, and move to bed. I change into pjs shorts and a loose t-shirt before indulging into finishing the pizza. I keep the dish on the side table before going under the comforters and dozing off to sleep.

Something tickles on my foot and I kick it off. A loud thump booms through the room and I gasp, sitting up in bed to look at the source of noise, my heartbeat picking up.

I look at Evan holding his jaw, lying on the floor and frown, "What the fuck, Evan?" I shout and he grimaces.

"You kicked me in the face!" He yells and I scowl.

"Well, what the hell were you doing near my feet to begin with?" I glare at him.

"Trying to have fun with that feather!" He points at the floor and my anger immediately melts away.

"You're a dork, you know?" I say and he shakes his head.

"That word hurts my masculinity, An!" He teases, getting up and I grin at him.