Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 10: Confrontation pt. 1

(Picture Of Evan Taylor Above *click to see full view of picture*) p.s. long chapter ahead!

                I lay sprawled out on my bed reading WATTPAD fan-fiction stories about Captain America, Loki, and Dr. Strange. My silky, revealing pajamas give me no warmth but my fuzzy socks sure do. I push my glasses up from the tip of my nose and sigh.
                 My phone quit buzzing three hours ago after I kept getting multiple phone calls and texts from Evan. I forced myself not to read any of his messages or listen to any of his voicemails. I feel guilty. It's bad enough I haven't called HR yet! I'm waiting until tomorrow morning when I'm off work to report my verbally abusive boss so I don't half to physically see Mr. Taylor's empire crumble to his feet.  Even though that would be a delicious sight to see!
                 I take a bite my trail mix and like the chapter before going to the next one. My index finger pushes my glasses up from the tip of my nose again. I really have to get a new pair, or at least contacts. My mind goes back to what Mr. Taylor said earlier about how he saw me. His words echo through my head:

" I don't understand what he sees in you. You're not particularly pretty in any way. Your skinny frame, big glasses, big nose—you wreak of low self esteem. It's pathetic, really. His former lovers at least had decent breast and enjoyable faces to gawk at while they talk everyone's ear off."

I get up and go to my full length mirror. First, I look at my "skinny" frame. I've never thought of myself as 'skinny', mainly because I weighed over 200 pounds in high school. I've always struggled with my weight and now that I am down to a size 6, at least, I thought I was doing alright. And my bra size is 38 B compared to 48 DD. I look down at my fuzzy socks feeling insecure.
Then I look at my face. I look exhausted and my hair is out of place. OH MY GOD! I DO have a big nose! Yikes. My glasses do not help me in anyway. I'm not at all attractive. I look like a colonial apprentice making ends meat by selling newspapers. God, what DOES Evan see in me? Could he only want me because he thought I was an easy fix? Maybe I'd appear more appealing to the eye if I got a thicker bra and contacts. Would I be appealing then? Would I be taken more seriously?
Suddenly, there is a loud knock at the door. I quickly tip-toe over to the door and peak outside the peep—oh my God. My heart begins to beat more rapidly. On the other side of the door, Evan stand there. Should I answer it? Should I throw something else more sexy on? Should I wear nothing?
After letting my hair down and fluffing it, I open the door. Those blue eyes of Evan's go wide when he sees me. I try to stand there draped against the door but Evan doesn't even take notice.
"Why the hell haven't you answering my damn calls?!?" Evan exclaims angrily, making me take a step back. "I've been calling and been calling! And still no answer from you."
Evan steps into my apartment and briefly looks around. And I'm afraid I know his reasonings. I stand awkwardly by the door, trying to think of a way to seem more appealing or to calm his nerves. Should I just stick my tongue down his throat? It usually works in the movies.
Evan walks up to me, making me feel small. He seemed this and takes a step back, relaxing a bit. Damn he looks so cute with his hat on backwards and his leather jacket. Should I tell him that?
"Baby, why didn't you answer me?" Evan says in a worried voice, his hand brushing my cheek tenderly.
"I-I was busy." I lie.
Evan slants his eyes at me, crossing his arms. "Why did you clock out 5 hours early?"
I take a step closer. "Because I was upset."
Technically that isn't a lie.
"Why?" Evan searches my eyes, his face firm.
I bite the inside of my cheek. If I tell him what happened, he'll take care of it for me and I want to do it myself. But I don't want to lie.
"Mr. Taylor addressed me about a rumor that is going around the office." My voice is shaky, "We had words and I felt uncomfortable so I left early."
Evan continues to search my eyes as if he were trying to read me. I decide to try and do something. I go to tug on his leather jacket when he grabs my hands and shoved me away angrily. My entire body goes white in shock. Evan has never done me that way.
"Is it true?" Evan says sharply, his voice low.
I give him a confused look. "Is what true?"
"Are you cheating on me?" He clears his throat as his voice breaks mid sentence.
My heart beats faster. "No. Why would you even think that was a possibility?"

~~~~~~to be continued~~~~~