FAKE

PART IV: EVELYN

I wake up with my head pounding. There's a knock on my window and I feel dizzy. Another knock. I turn around in my bed and I see rocks hitting my window. Am I dreaming?

I rush to my window and see someone standing outside my door. I feel a rush of fear consume me and I freeze. A man stands there waving, and then he steps into the light. Andrew. He stands there, looking to his left and right. So many emotions rise out of me and I'm not sure if I should answer or not. I have been avoiding him way too much and I'm not even sure if I should go back to him. Is it worth it? Why is he even here? What fucking time is it? I glance at my digital clock and it's two in the morning. He must really need to tell me something. I open the window and peek out.

"Jane, I want to talk to you."

I can here some concern in his voice but I'm not sure I should let him in just yet.

"Why? You kissed two of my best friends and you think that's ok?" I whispered, harshly.

"I love you, Jane. Trust me," is all he says, with a sly smile and I feel those words hit my heart. I love him too, but I can't show it. I'm hurt and I can't let his looks or words infiltrate in my head.

"I love you too," the words slip out of my mouth like a child accidentally cursing. I automatically regret saying it and hit my head hard against the top of the window as I'm trying to not face Andrew. I can't believe I just said that. I walk downstairs and unlock the door. Andrew walks in and looks at me carefully. His chocolate brown eyes that I've missed for the past month look directly into mine and I feel a sudden splash of pity. Andrew looks broken. He's not himself, he's not the guy he was before. He looks years older, he has a growing beard from not having shaved in weeks. His eyes are still hot but they have a glossy look to them. He's been drinking. Heavily.

"Andrew. What's wrong?"

He slowly touches my cheek and leans in and plants his soft lips on mine. His kiss tastes like liquor and sadness. A tear falls down my cheek, drips onto the hardwood floor. He wraps his arms around me and we stay there, swaying at the front door for a couple minutes. I grab his hand and we walk upstairs. My parents are deep in their sleep. Walking into my room, I sit him at my desk.

"Now tell me," I say, fighting back the tears.

"It's Evelyn."

"What?" I say, wondering what in the world he could be talking about.

I then remembered that I was supposed to hang out with Evelyn today. She never called or picked up her phone so I just ended up forgetting. Did something happen to her? What in the world was Andrew talking about.

"It was her idea," Andrew looks at me, seriously.

"Her idea to do what?" I ask, bewildered at what he's talking about.

"To kiss me."

The thing is I already knew this. It's not new.

"Why did you do it though?"

"She was desperate. She came into my room crying, she was saying she was in love with me. I didn't know of any other way to make her feel better. I kissed her. She was the one who sent you the video."

I sat there, on my bed, in shock of what Andrew was telling me. Could I trust him? Was he telling the truth? I had no fucking idea.

"But you had said you liked me?" I ask the question that has been burning in my head the most.

"My kiss with Evelyn didn't mean anything. It still doesn't mean anything. All I want is you."

That's when I saw it. Andrew is a good guy. He wants everyone to be happy and I got caught up in jealousy. His kiss with Evelyn didn't mean anything and he was just trying to get her to feel better and same goes for Jason. He didn't take them to California like he did with me. He doesn't just "kiss" me like with them. I do really love him.

"It's ok Andrew. I love you."

He smiles at me and hops into my bed. I curl up next to him and fall asleep on his chest. I feel his heart beat, softly. Soothingly enough to hypnotize me into sleep.

When I wake up, Andrew's still next to me and he looks really cute when he's sleeping. He's almost too tall for my bed, I smile at that. I get up and check to see if my parents are home. Peeping into their room, they're not home. They must've saw Andrew's car. They got extremely busy again right after the whole dinner with Andrew. They're insane but they're my parents. I get into the shower and hear Andrew walk downstairs. I can't believe I'm back with Andrew that quickly but after all I'm following Theresa's advice.

After I take my shower, I check my phone that I left downstairs last night and there's a few notifications. Three of them are from Evelyn. She texted me at midnight last night but I was sleeping. She said sorry for not being able to hang out, her mother was making her run errands around town. I sort of feel relieved that she couldn't hang out because then I wouldn't of been able to see Andrew. I look around for Andrew and see him watching tv in the living room.

"Can I take a shower here?" He asks, his voice raspy from sleeping.

"Of course," I smile.

He gets up, kisses me on the head, and runs upstairs to shower. I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, looking for something good to eat. There's nothing. I have to go shopping for food soon.

Of course my parents won't. Maybe. Usually not. I wait for Andrew to get out of the shower and sit at the dining table with my phone. I remember that just a few days ago I was weeping around the house, scrolling through all my social media apps, blocking people, being lonely but now I feel refreshed. I feel alive again now that the boy of my dreams is with me again. I don't want to lose him again.

I text Evelyn all the details about last night and she quickly responds with: good.

I don't know if Evelyn's "good." is her thinking I'm mad at her for not hanging out or if maybe she's jealous that Andrew and I are together again. After all, she did like him too. She could still like him. This is all so fucking confusing but understandable at the same time. Andrew's a great guy.

Wanna hang out today?, I text her.

Busy.

She's answering me in one word texts and that's not usual of her.

There's something up with Evelyn.