Blameless ✔

Chapter 4: ❝Call the police❞

Chapter 4: ❝Call the police❞ 

♡Evelyn's POV♡

"I'll forgive you for what you did this time but just know that next time, I won't be so gracious."

"Evelyn, pick up the pace," Monica said impatiently prior to clicking her fingers that looked inhumanly long due to her acrylic nails.

Rolling my eyes, I adjusted the shopping bags in my hands stamped with different brand labels and 'picked up the pace' so I wouldn't have to suffer anymore public embarrassment. I should've known Monica didn't call me out of my house this morning to 'talk'. She just wanted to re-hook the sparkly, pink leash on the collar looped around my neck that always seemed to be so easily accessible.

I had to suppress a groan when I saw her eyeing a pair of Gucci sunglasses that were displayed in the large window in front of us. Glancing down despondently at the Gucci bag chaffing my wrist, I suppressed yet another unmotivated groan as I watched her skip towards the Gucci store in the mall for the second time. I discouragedly trailed behind her, holding the transparent door open with my foot as I, unfortunately, wasn't blessed with the privilege of having a third arm. I watched as Monica conversated with the store's manager, most likely inquiring about the round, red-rimmed accessory.

I already knew that girl would get it from her father when she got home tonight. They weren't even rich but Monica still went about purchasing high-end products without a care in the world because unlike me, she felt the dire need to impress. She tried the sunglasses on and took a few selfies as ammunition to use against her friends in the hopes of sparking their jealousy. Sighing, I shook my head and looked around to find somewhere to sit since I already knew from experience just how long Monica could take.

Her record: 1hr 20mins

I dropped the shopping bags on the ground beneath my feet after finding a chair to sit on and ignored Monica's horrified shriek of, "careful! Within those bags are items more valuable than your life" as I took out my phone from the back pocket of my jeans to finish my level of Candy Crush.

That's when I heard it - the vaguely familiar voice.

"And are you sure it looks okay?"

My eyes slowly travelled upwards and standing there ten feet away from me with his dirty blonde hair and blue-grey eyes was none other than Luke Chandlers.

My mouth turned bitter.

I took it.

The looks of disgust that made me feel small.

I took it all.

The taunting laughter that filled my eyes with tears.

I didn't have a choice.

The repetitive insults that incessantly weakened my resolve.

"Hey nerd, now that you look all spruced up and adequate, how 'bout you open up those trembling lips of yours to say thank you?"

I glanced down at my dishevelled state, a loose tear rolling down my floury cheek as I took in my appearance. All different varieties of fruits and vegetables had practically concealed my outfit from being shown and I guess the one thing I could be thankful for was the flour on my face hiding that one stray tear carrying a mixture of emotions.

My chin was suddenly gripped and the owner of the hand jostled my face a bit until I was forced to stare into his unusual but undeniably beautiful eyes that contrasted to the emotion they held of repugnance and hatred.