Past Your Bedtime, Eva

Four.

Btw in this chapter, Jake is played by Ansel Elgort.

Loud electro music could be heard from a mile away let alone my room, just above. I was surprised no one in Sunnyville had called the police.

I sat there, sighing as I lay in my bed, hoping I'd fall asleep to the horrific vibrations. Once again, I heard rhythmic bangs and moans against my door.

I had locked it since four couple had tried to have sex in my room. "Is the room taken?" A deep voice asked. That was the last straw.

I got up from my bed, unlocked the door and swung it open. "Yes, because I'm trying to fucking sleep." I barked at them. The half drunk girl immediately sobered up and went a shade of crimson red before crying.

"You got me drunk Derek, so you could sleep with me? I'm with Tate now and you know it!" She pushed the bulky boy down the corridor before running down the stairs.

"Thanks a lot." The boy she referred to Derek to mumbled at me. I sighed before slamming my bedroom door. "Teenagers." I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly, a loud banging erupted on my door. I stormed over to it again and opened it, angry at this Derek kid for not leaving me the fuck alone.

"I told you, leave m- oh sorry. I thought you were someone else..." I blushed at the handsome boy standing at my door. He looked around my age but I just took a guess.

"No, I'm sorry," he blushed at me the same. "I do not want to be here. My friends are forcing me to come here and I just wanted to find a room where people weren't fucking."

"Oh, well, you found one," I smiled at him. "Come in, my names Eva." I welcomed him in my room.

"I'm Jake." He took my into a hug. Jake was cold as the little girl in my room earlier. I was surprised because he has been in a humid house full of partying erotic dancers.

"You're freezing, dear. Here, have a blanket." I got one of my chair. The blanket itself want warm due to the fact that Harriet always sits on them.

I was cautious of Harriet coming into my room while I was Jake was in my room. I thought he might of hurt him I didn't think that Harriet was capable of killing.

My throughout became tight and dry all of a sudden. "I'm gonna get a drink. Want one?" I asked.

"I'll get them, you're not really dressed for the accession." Jake chuckled, before leaving. It felt weird letting a stranger into my room but honestly he was cute.

I scurried over to my mirror, checking if my hair was fine, if my lips were chapped and if I had any smudges on my face. I heard heavy footsteps before I dived onto my bed.

"Here." Jake came into my room and passed me a purple liquid that look like- "It's blackcurrant, I don't drink." He smiled at me.

I nodded gratefully before chugging it. The night passed, I was slowly becoming more intoxicated with the blackcurrant squash Jake was giving me.

"Hey." I whisper-shouted across my room. "I don't think this is blackcurrant." I giggled, eyeing the cup. He shook his head before sipping his a little more.

"Wanna go downstairs, dance a little." Jake asked hitting his lip with hope.

"Dance is my middle nam- no oh wait, I'm lying." I thought. "My middle name's Luna... like the moon." I widened my eyes and stretched my arms out.

"So is that a yes?" Jake asked. I nodded, placing my 'blackcurrant' squash down on my bedside table before hobbling to my door.

As I grabbed the door knob, it melted away and eyes widened. I turned back to Jake, who was swaying to the electro music downstairs. "The d- woah- did you see that?" I asked, grabbing his attention.

He looked at the door knob and frowned. All the gold metal on the ground, flew up and moulded the door knob again. "You really are drunk." He chuckled to himself.

As he escorted me downstairs, the fumes of BO traveled up my nostrils. I felt like crying, basically seeing green mists of BO.

"Smells like teen spirit..." I quoted the Nirvana song with half a smirk. As we got to the living room, me and Jake swayed with the music, our eyes slightly bloodshot from the mixture of alcohol and fumes of weed.

I felt touch my shoulder as we swayed some more. "Let's go out back, it's hot in here!" Jake shouted over the booming music. I nodded and we made our way to the garden.

The garden was empty, only me, Jake and my tree house. "Let's go up there." Jake suggested pointing to the tree house.

Before I could protest, Jake was yanking we along to my big ass tree house. We climbed up, finding various messages, scribed into the tree about me, Billy and a few of Lola and Quinn.

We sat at the top of the deck for a while, our legs dangling from the tree house, as we looked upon the star. "This is like the scene from high school musical." I told him, slowly drifting off into a day dream about Zac Efron.

"Let's play a game." Jake smirked. If I was sober, I would of shook my head, awkwardly refused and most likely pissed my pants but I wasn't sober, was I.

"Yeah! I love games!" I told him, as we stood up. I actually hated games, they were mind-numbingly tedious. He covered both my eyes with one of his hands, turning me to face the house.

I felt something bristly being placed around my throat. "Are you ready, Evangeline?" A mysterious voice boomed, and unfortunately, it wasn't Jake's. Only one person called me Evangeline, and I hated that one person.

"Harriet?" I prayed his cold fingers from my face, turning around to face him. "What'd you do with Jake?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Damn it Evangeline! You're so naïve." He rolled his eyes, frustratingly. "It's painful to be oblivious, isn't it." Was all he said before pushing me off the deck of the tree house.

...but I wasn't dead.