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Chapter 14: ❝Oh, you're awake❞

Chapter 14: ❝Oh, you're awake❞

♡Evelyn's POV♡

I should've just kept my mouth shut.

I strolled down the empty hallway, knowing it was the same route Mark took on his journey to class when he had angrily decided to leave me alone in the library.

Maybe I went too far.

The thought that I might've upset him made me feel suffocated for some reason and it was made even worse because I knew his words had been weighed down by a greater meaning. He had revealed to me his unguarded emotions in such an imperilling manner and I knew that all too well.

But then again, so did I.

The familiar feeling of my back being slammed into the grey lockers snapped me out of my thoughts as I shockingly stared up into a pair of angry, dark eyes that glared down at me with bloodlust. Once I realized who it was, it was almost as if my judgement day had come right then and there.

That was how we stayed for a minute as I feared that any sudden movement would cause him to pounce like a lion to its prey. He was the king of the jungle and I was nothing more than a deer to him but I had still injudiciously decided to disposition myself in such a sticky situation.

However, although my mind was making me regret my erstwhile actions, deep down I couldn't help but think it was absolutely worth it.

After a few more seconds of silence in the empty hallway, he spoke without missing a beat, "don't think I've forgotten about that stunt you pulled last week. I'm not a saint so I hope you didn't expect me to just forgive and forget."

"Trust me," I began while daringly looking into his eyes in the midst of unbroken eye contact. "I know you well enough to know that your heart will never be capable enough to simply forgive and forget." It was your philosophy. You didn't believe in it.

His eyes widened slightly probably surprised by my uncharacteristically accepting behaviour and I watched silently the tiny detail of his eyebrow spasming, which was something I always used to try and imitate when he became aggravated, terribly confused or despondent.

I couldn't decipher any of those emotions on his facial expression, which left me feeling terribly confused - a perfect reflection of what I assumed he was feeling at that moment.

Everything made sense when he broke eye contact with me and diverted his gaze elsewhere while shaking his head from side to side with shut eyes. It led me to believe that a new emotion had been unlocked like in one of those video games one would play as a kid after a long day at school to escape from everyone and everything. On Blake's face wasn't the reoccurring emotion of resentment. 

It was regret.

At long last, a shred of human decency.

The hand he had wrapped around my collar relaxed under the pressure of all the emotions that had inexorably morphed together into one, leaving us both stunned, howbeit, there was a mutual understanding in the jumble of our unspoken words.

"Princess..."  

I dropped my gaze maybe 0.01 seconds before I heard the enraged yell of a patently recognizable voice.

"Get the hell away from her!"

And everything happened so fast.

The muted grunts of pain, the unnerving sounds of skin hitting skin and the endless profanities inflated with venom and pride.