Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 35: I'm Not Mad

(Couple Picture of Austin & Lucy Above)

        My head throbs hard against my skull. I wince at the terrible pain. Something warm touches my face, brushing very lightly. It brushes over my right cheek and temple.
"Baby, wake up." I hear a familiar deep voice, "Open those pretty eyes for me."
Suddenly, I can feel the warmth against my hand. It burns like a dull fire. I am jumbled around, my head pounding even harder. My eyes crack open, my vision blurry as usual. Did I fall asleep? I don't remember what all happened.
             "Princess, time to wake up." SHUT UP!
                 When my vision gets semi better, I can see Evan's face above mine. I smile up at him tiredly.
            "Hi." I say weakly, smiling happily.
Evan pulls me close to him, kissing my forehead. I turn my head to see blurred people standing around me. What the—OH SHIT! What happened? I look back at Evan confused, my splitting headache.
"What happened?" I say confused.
"You passed out, Brooke." Renee says somewhere close by, "You nearly gave this pregnant lady a heart attack!"
"You drank too much too fast." I hear Drew say somewhere else, "I'm impressed."
Evan glares in his direction before cradling my head and brushing the hair out of my face for the millionth time. Even though my vision is blurt I can still see his soft eyes on me. I grab Evan's hand and squint around.
"They broke when you fell." I hear Lucy say, "I ran out and got your contacts from your car."
I pour my lip. "Damn it."

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It took me almost two hours to fully remember what happened. And thank God, because every left and I became so embarrassed. Evan talked to Bonnie in his bedroom! Alone! Jealousy eats at me, making me feel nothing but bones. I am so embarrassed that I passively aggressively ignore Evan. If my car hadn't of broke down right as I tried to leave, Evan's ass would be alone for the night. Stupid old car.
"Nothing is going on between us, Brooke!" Evan repeats himself, chasing after me wherever I go. "She followed me as I went to go change my shirt. I spilled Queso dip all over my shirt. She came after me—NOTHING HAPPENED! Don't be mad at me, Baby."
I glare at him as I eat left over ice cream. "I'm not mad. I'm embarrassed."
"At least let me apologize. You ARE angry with me." Evan gets down on his knees, his hands begging for mine.
I glare at him. "There's no real need to forgive you or for you to apologize. I'm not mad. I'm just really embarrassed."
I stand and walk around Evan, half cleaning, half eating what I find left over. Renee took home the rest of the M&M brownies, God bless her hormonal soul right now. Lucy took home the rainbow slushie drinks (alcoholic ICEE drinks). Many people took here and there home. God I could go for heavily iced cupcakes right now.
"Let me do that—" I pull away from Evan, scrubbing the food off the counter.
"Go to bed, you've had a long day." I say annoyed, "I'll be there in a while. Go."
Evan's form hands grab my wrist and pulls me around. He gently kisses me but I don't try. All I can imagine is me passing out in front of all those people. How embarrassing!