BEGAN: Our Story

Chapter 3: I'd Much Rather Choke On Something Else.

Chapter Three

Rosalie

"Was that Levi?" Evan arched an eyebrow, looking back at the retreating figure quickly walking away from us.

I avoided his gaze, "...No."

Obviously, he didn't believe me. "You know you're supposed to steer clear of him," he said quietly.

I clenched my fists. Like I didn't already know this. "I know."

He frowned at my action. "I know it sucks-"

"It's fine Evan."

It wasn't fine but he saw my facial expression and knew to leave it at that.

Confident, kind, caring, and handsome. Evan Miller's the glue that holds the Royales together, the type of person to break up a fight before it even began. A natural-born leader. Basically everything I wasn't anymore. It sometimes felt tiring always standing beside him or being compared to him like we're not two different people but it was worth it. We've been best friends since we were five and he's always been there for me, defended me when no one else didn't. We're like two sides of the same coin. One conformed to society's rules and the other sort of abandoned them. This might not look like much but it's the least I can do for repaying him after all these years. So I decided to put my personal problems aside and just be there for him as well.

He suddenly cupped my face, startling me. "Hey you shouldn't do that," he said, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I know what you're thinking. Stop putting yourself down again, you're not a nuisance, ok?"

I nodded and he let go, rummaging through his brown leather book bag. A few seconds later, he pulled out a container and I opened it to see two pieces of a strawberry sandwich. "I know I already gave you your birthday present but here you go."

"Thanks."

Without hesitation, he replied, "Your welcome."

We both said nothing until we reached my class door for 1st period.

"Anyway, you have to come to my house so we could plan the finishing touches for the Social Gathering next week."

I made a face. "Seriously? I don't wanna go."

"Like hell, you're not. You're going even if I have to drag you there myself."

"What if I run away?"

"You can try."

"And if I succeed?"

He thought about it before saying, "...You can try." He then placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, "Have a nice first day back. You have double AP Calculus this afternoon right?"

Ugh.

I gave him a fake smile. "Please go choke on a cactus."

"I'd much rather choke on something else."

"What?"

"I said love you too!" and he was off to his own classes.

I watched his retreating figure slowly disappearing and the same frown appeared on my face.

He still had his eyes on that Abbott kid.

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I headed into class and was about to head straight for the back when my eyes narrowed to slits at an all too familiar platinum-colored head sitting at the very front of the classroom.