Fake Love - Kevin Khatchadourian (Ezra Miller)

17

School was ending soon. It was the beginning of May and my worries have begun to do some real mean shit to my mind. I didn't even know I could think like this. I never thought like how I had last night.

At least it was over and I was with Kevin now. Who was reading a book for once. I couldn't care about Kevin right now. I was given a job offer and I was told for head shots. The job offer was very international and I wasn't really planning on going to college. Modeling would have to do it.

The camera clicked every few seconds. It was hard to concentrate when Kevin kept gazing at me.

"You keep looking at me" I tell Kevin in a knowing matter. Somethings wrong with him. He isn't this quiet usually. He hasn't even made a peep since I arrived. One kiss and that was all.

"I know something's bothering you, Kevin" I answered myself. I paused the camera and took a seat next to Kevin. My eyes focused on his bouncing leg and the sweat trailing down his jawline.

"Irene, I need to tell you something" He spoke closing his book and slamming it onto the table. I flinched in a small way but Kevin caught it. he too seems confused. Whatever.

"What is it?" I dragged out leaning onto the chair.

"Let's close off junior year with a bang" Kevin emphasized squeezing my arm. A bang?

"What kind of bang?" I needed to know what he meant. We weren't seniors, we can't follow along with senior pranks.

"Irene, everyone gave us hell this year" Kevin reminded me. Only five months in and we were the most talked about people at school. I guess not much of it was nice stuff.

"And Kevin" I rolled my eyes and snatched my hand away from him. My phone buzzed and I wanted to see. Kevin got to me first.

"Listen, Irene" He placed my phone into his back pocket.

"They should all repay for what they did. And those who mocked us most deserve to be tortured" He growled throwing a fist to his chairs arm. I rubbed his fist in a soothing manner to calm him down. Kevin was never aggressive. Only at school with those bullies of him.

"A prank?" I concluded kissing his hand that was bright red from rage.

"Worse. They deserve much worse. They need to feel the pain we went through. They need to experience hell" He glared into my eyes. I felt threatened by my own boyfriend. This wasn't Kevin, this was someone else.

My lips parted wanting to say something. It hit me. Hard, mainly in my stomach. I hope he isn't implying what I first thought off.

"Murder" I barked out. My eyes shifted between my lap to his eyes that stayed wide open. They threw shards of ice into mine. I rolled back my shoulder uncomfortably.

"Exactly, Irene" He hushed. His thumb swiped across my bottom lip. He grabbed a handful of my hair and combed through it. "They have to pay for what they did to you" He convinced.

They didn't do anything to me. But Kevin saw. Kevin must've seen that they were being mean and obsessive over me. He really did see, he must really like me.

"When" I whispered placing a hand on his knee. I tapped continuously.

"Soon, maybe next week. We can get them all in the gym. Those who really pained you" Kevin stood up and gave me my phone. I turned it on and saw a comment from one of the girls at my school. It was from one of my new posts.

You're so beautiful ❤️

They were all lies. Kevin said so. I shut off my phone and saw Kevin inside the house pouring himself a drink.

I took my camera and slid the door open. Kevin raised his cup and slid a full glass cup to me. I picked it up and made eye contact with him.

"I'm in" I stated taking a drink of the lemonade.

The front door sung opened and in entered Eva with Celia from behind.

"Hi, Eva" I greeted Eva. Celia waved shyly at me and I smiled back at her.

"Hello, Irene" Eva choked breathlessly. She was always nervous with me. I ignored her rudeness and tilted my head at the box she was holding.

"Um, Kevin. This is for you" Eva set the package down and looked at Kevin. She wanted an answer. I shrugged at Kevin and watched as he opened it with a kitchen knife.

Peanut foams littered the counter and Kevin took out bicycle locks. Eva asked him for what reason if he had no bike and Kevin responded with the fact that he would sell them. I gulped down the rest of my drink and squinted at Kevin. He raised a finger to his lips and told me to shush. It couldn't be for... Why would he order it in the first place if he just asked me?