The Bad Boy Effect (H2OVanoss) [Completed]

Chapter 27

Oh, if only I knew of the things that go on in Evan's head. I wish I could be a part of them.

Because they probably involved murdering both Craig and Lui. Two of the biggest backstabbers I know, the only two I know actually.

Who thinks to themselves, let's get someone else to help me wrong a person who didn't even wrong me in the first place? Who the fuck does that? Apparently, it's the two people in front of me.

I can't stay here, it's not worth it. I should not be here with two scumbags, I should be begging for Evan's real friends to just forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt him, I really didn't mean to.

"You're fucking disgusting." I said, abruptly standing up. "You, especially. You told me you wouldn't tell anybody." I turned to Craig.

Craig glared up at me from where he was sat. "Yeah, I know. I didn't tell anyone anything, but you making out with someone against a locker and Evan running away said more than anything I could've told people. Technically, I didn't tell anyone, Jon, you just think I did, because that's what's making all this easier for you to deal with. And that's not my problem."

I groan out of frustration, catching the attention of a couple of neighboring tables. I sit down again, closer to Craig, looking him dead in the eyes with the coldest look I could muster. "Was it worth it, Craig? Huh? Was it fucking worth it to ruin someone who did absolutely nothing to you?" My gaze never falls. "Does it make you feel better to know how badly you hurt someone who has never once hurt you?"

"But, he did hurt me." Craig rolled his eyes before looking down at the table, rubbing softly at his jaw. "He punched me."

Jonathan huffed. "At least someone did." And he walked away.

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"Please," Jonathan begged as Tyler stared into his locker, avoiding looking at him. The rest of the boys beside him just glared. Evan wasn't there, to no one's surprise. "I didn't mean to hurt him, I promise you. I'll get on my knees if you want me to, I don't care, I'm sorry!" Jonathan says, pleading with Evan's friend. The only way he could get to Evan, was if Tyler let him. "I'm so sorry."

It had been a week.

Tyler had never thought Evan could care so much about something, about someone.

He shut his locker. "I don't see you proving it."

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It's been a week, Evan figures he's been miserable long enough. He can't just stay under his blanket for the rest of his life. He had to move on, as hard as it seemed.

Jonathan already had, it seemed.

His feet hit the floor of his room, and he feels a rush of light-headedness as he stood up, gripping his bed sheets and screwing his eyes shut. His stomach growled so loudly, he felt weak with hunger.

Evan's phone buzzed. All he wanted was to throw it against the wall. All the things he had done with that phone haunted him.

His conversations with Jonathan, praising him and complimenting him. Joking with him and sharing funny photos. The pictures of the two together he had created a separate album in his phone for. Would it really be so bad if he just smashed it into a billion pieces just like he wanted to? Would it really? He just ignores it, stumbling out of his room and making his way downstairs.

Just his luck, there's no food, so he just settles for water, figuring he'll have to text Tyler to bring him something. In the meantime, he walks back up to his room. He needs to shower, he has to lighten his mood, he heard that showering does that.