Chapter 4

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Braden's POV

DON'T BE LATE.

That was the last text Evelyn sent me. And now, I'm walking up to her house, an hour and a half late. She's gonna kill me.

I walk into the house from the front door to find a lot of people sprawled out everywhere, some drinking in one corner, some dancing in the middle, and other people already passed out. I walk around and say hi to people, still trying to find Evelyn. I spot Emily in a corner, drinking and flirting with a boy.

I walk over to her, and clear my throat. She swallows her drink, and says something in the boys ear that I couldn't understand, then he walks away.

"Hey what's up?" Emily takes another sip of her drink.

"Hey, have you seen Ev? I can't find her." I scan the room again, but I fail to find her.

"Oh uh I think I saw her take someone away after she spilled something on them. Try the laundry room maybe?"

My fists clench tightly to my side. Who did she take? Was it a guy? What if she was drunk and he took her and is doing something to her? What is she's in trouble?

"I'm gonna go look for her."

"Okay. Text me when you find her."

"I will." I turn and walk away, and the guy Emily was talking to before I came over was backed right where he was before, leaning on Emily and her flirting, as if I never came over and interrupted them.

I walk around the house, looking in different rooms that had the doors open. I went into a hallway, and found a door that was closed. I hear some muffled voices and sounds. I open the door.

In the laundry room, there are two people making out. The girls shirt is off as the guy is kissing her shoulders. I notice that it is Madison Palmer and Jeffery Taylor.

"Come on. Break it up. Get outta here. And take your shirt with you."

They quickly get up and run out of the room, the girl taking her shirt with her. I chuckle, the exit the room and close the door.

I walk around the house again, getting worried about not finding Evelyn. I continue searching.

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Evelyn's POV

We quickly stop kissing each other, and I jump up off his lap and turn to see who it is, a look of terror in my eyes.

Oh God, what if it's Braden? What will he think? Me just some girl kissing a  guy that I've know personally for a week? Oh please, don't be Braden.

Standing in the doorway, is Emily and another guy, holding hands.

"Oh. My. God! You and Shon! I can't believe this! You guys are so cu-"
I place my hands over her mouth to stop her from squealing any louder.

"Shhh quiet! Please don't say anything to anyone! Got it?"

I give her a death stare, and she quickly nods her head, her eyes wide from my fierceness. I take my hands off her mouth, and she quickly start talking.

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