Destined

Twenty One

Evelyn

In the morning I awoke feeling ill. Not physically or mentally ill, but in the way, I have no idea what occurred in my bedroom an hour before I was able to drift off. He was drunk and suddenly I wanted him to kiss me but that wasn't me, my body had basically taken over my mind. I feel blurred like I did then, unable to make clear decisions. I'm thankful nothing happened but I can't help but wonder what it would've been like, even with the taste of alcohol I don't think I would've fully minded. Oh, what am I saying? This is crazy talk, maybe I'm the one who's deranged. I know for a fact that Lia will not be hearing about this, no one will. What would they think of me? A teenage girl inches away from kissing a man her mother's age and willing. But the one question on my mind is, does he remember last night at all? Either way, I'll have to pretend none of it took place no matter how much I don't want to. At least I can think of it, keep it all to myself in my mind where I can sit at the moment.
At breakfast, I was completely enveloped in my own world. Alexander wasn't at the table or even out of his room yet but I have to remember the possible hangover he must have. Advil and water should help, that's what I hear anyway. I jab my sliced strawberry, biting off the end then staring at it. Oh gosh, the giddy schoolboy smile his lips held onto when I said I wished he'd kiss me is burned in my brain. 'Baby girl I'll be pissed.' I know he would be, he doesn't want me with or anywhere near Daniel even though he's trying to be a friend again. I've come to the conclusion that he and I can be civil but I don't know if we could be friends or anything more, not again. Maybe in the future, we'll be friends but not now.
"Evelyn?" Daddy calls out to me to bring me back to reality.
"Yes, daddy?" I look up at him with wide eyes.
"Your mother was talking to you."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was entirely dazed out. What was it you were saying?" I turn my attention to my mom, a grin on my stained lips.
"I was asking what the special occasion was, you're dressed so nicely."
"I just felt like dressing up a little," I tell her, chuckling.
"Okay, well you look very lovely."
"Your mother's right, you look very nice today."
"Thank you, both."
I stopped myself in front of the mirror in the hall to take a look at myself. Did I really look that dressed up? I mean, my hair was straight and parted down the middle, my makeup was done with a deep red lip. My black sleeveless top was tucked in but left a tad baggy the waist of my white skirt with a black line abstract pattern did end right above my mid thigh. In the mirror, I couldn't even see my black heels with the ankle straps or my two bracelets or my couple rings but they did add to my outfit, keeping it chic.
I'm just up the stairs when the bathroom door opens, showing Alexander. We both stop and watch each other. "Couper le souffle." His voice lets out before his mind processes. "Hey," he greets me.
"Hey," I reply in an airy breath. He looks to the floor as a small grin makes its way onto his face. He goes to walk to his room when I continue. "Hey, how's your head and stomach feeling?" His eyes look my way when his hand reaches the doorknob.
"Fine, why do you ask?" He's got the right idea, walking to the doors. I open my bedroom door before replying.
"You just came home late last night quite intoxicated." I remind him.
"Oh, yeah I guess I did. I have a vague picture of what happened after I got back but if I said anything that wasn't okay to you, I'd like to apologize." From his curled upward lips from moments earlier, I wish I could believe him but that image makes it fairly difficult.
"No, no, no, no," I said way too quickly in return, his signature smirk showing itself off. "I mean, it's no problem, don't worry about it. Things happen." An uneasy chuckle leaves me while I bite my lip and have my hands clasp together.
"Okay."
"Mom set out some fruit for breakfast if you were wanting something."
"Thanks, I'll check that out." I suck in a breath, pointing to my room and heading in right after, closing my door after me. I'm almost positive I heard a laugh from my actions however I can't be one hundred percent sure.
Eleven o'clock I was surprised with a visit by Lia. "Oh good, you're up." Are her first words when she walks in my room.
"Hello to you too, best friend."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I had a dream that I needed to tell you and ask you about."
"And you couldn't just call me?" I chuckle, setting my laundry basket on the cushions of my nook.
"Are you not happy to see me? So much for best friend." She jokes, pretending to be offended.
"I love you, please tell me what's happening in your glorious fun-filled world," I say with a smile on my face. A familiar face walks in which stops us both in our place. "Hi, are you needing something?" I ask Alexander but am quickly cut off by Lia.
"No, I was here first so I'm going first." She says before he can speak. He walks closer but stops by my desk, waiting for his turn. "What happened last night?" This caught both Alexander and myself by surprise, his eyes slightly gaining size and my brows raising, that I couldn't respond other than asking what. "I had a dream that something weird happened over here last night and you didn't exactly hate what was going on but it didn't end the way you were hoping it would." I close my eyes to think before looking at Alexander, subconsciously lick my lips and turn back to her. "What was that?" She looks back and forth between the two of us with the most confused detective look I've seen her wear.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell her.
"Why did you look at him and do the licking thing with the lips?"
"Lia, my lips are dry."
"Bullshit, what happened."
"Nothing happened, you're being way too dramatic and reading too much into nothing. Please calm down and lower your voice." I don't need my parents hearing something that wouldn't end well for any of us. "The only thing that happened last night was Alexander coming home drunk without his toy for once and going straight to bed."
"If he went straight to bed, how'd you know he was drunk?"
"I was coming out of the bathroom when he got back and I could smell booze the second he got up the stairs but we never spoke and he went to bed." I had to stretch the truth a smidge, to make it even a tad more believable even for me.
"Evelyn if he did something-"
"God, no he didn't do anything. I swear, I'm telling the truth." Or most of it at least. My eyes are begging - pleading her to just stop her interrogation.
"Okay, I believe you. But only because I know that if anything ever went down between you two I'd be the first to know." A ping in my chest has me knowing that I'm officially the worst best friend on the face of the planet.
"Exactly," I assure her. "Everything's fine and completely under control. Okay?"
"All right. I should get going, I'll see you." When she closed the door behind her I knew something wasn't right. I had a feeling she was still on the other side of the door waiting to hear something but I was probably wrong.
"Evelyn, I was going to ask you about last night too but if that's what you say happened then I won't fight you on it."
"Let me guess, you think you remember last night?" I move my hair behind my ear, beginning to have stress coarse through me.
"That's something you never bothered to learn about me, it doesn't matter how drunk I get, I remember everything."
"Well, that's good to know." I'm suddenly regretting my body forcing itself to take over my every other function. I can't look at him. Oh my God. Oh my God, I feel sick.
He steps closer to me, trying to get me to make eye contact with him. "I wasn't lying, I would be pissed if you were dating Daniel again but we've talked about him too many times. I think I'll save my breath on him from now on."
"Alexander, I think you should know," I decide to meet his gaze but immediately feel my stomach fall as if I'm on a rollercoaster. "I don't know what you think happened but maybe you dreamed about it? Because I have no clue what you're talking about." I try to sway his memory but I don't think I'm getting anywhere.
He stands in front of me, his thumb resting on pointer finger at the top of his careful fist. "We both very well know that was not a dream." His head tilts.
"I don't know what events you're talking about so it must've been." If I try to trick myself into believing it, would it work?
"You're pretending it didn't happen. Why?" He asks me, genuinely curious.
"I'm not pretending anything, nothing happened. I left the bathroom, you went to your room and I to mine. That's the end of it." Nothing would be allowed to happen.
He takes a step back, baffled by me. "You know you're not as perfect as you let everyone think."
"Who the hell said I think I'm perfect?" I wonder in a pissed tone.
"Evelyn, you act like you're so perfect all the time and it's incredibly fake. You're fake."
"Fake. Really now. Have you not seen your girlfriend? Everything about her doesn't belong to her or is slimy and sneaky and a downright whore! You know she is, I know she is, even daddy knows but he won't say anything to you. I wasn't going to say anything to you but I can't just sit here letting you call me fake while you're fucking some bimbo. She is the definition of a bimbo. She is a heartless, conniving snake on top of that too. But I'm fake, yeah okay, probably the most real girl you'll ever know is fake. Well, it's good to finally know what you think of me." My hands haven't stopped moving since I went on my rant.
"Evelyn, that was uncalled for." His shoulders fall.
"You're right, you shouldn't have said anything and before you can continue, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You know, because that's what I do."
"Evelyn."
"Please leave and enjoy fucking that toy of yours that insists you're her property and that something must be going on with us even though that could never happen because apparently I'm fake and you have standards. Love to see those standards of yours sometime but we can't win them all. You know where the door is." I stand up and turn around to pick up a dirty shirt and place it in the laundry bin and by the time I turned back around he was gone.