Chapter Seven
A new chill ran through Bebe's spine that wasn't associated with weather. Evan continued to stare at her unmoving. She couldn't decide whether he was glaring or sneering, but whatever it was it made her nervous.
She shrank away wondering how long he was going to stand there blocking her access to the warm room behind him. Gathering up the courage she stared back at him fiercely.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked. Under the misty night his dark eyes suddenly became grey and Bebe suddenly thought that if he wasn't so hung up on all the goth stuff he could be pretty hot.
Although she had to admit, he did pull it off pretty well. She had seen some Goths who were just definitions of fashion fails but the dark cloak, jewelry and heavy eyeliner looked good on Evan. Kinda too good actually. There an exotic musky smell about him too. Bebe was tempting to lean in and breath it all in. Then she realized that no matter how drunk she may or not be she could still tell that he was a jerk. She took a step back fiddling with a ring on her finger.
"Why do you care?" he said speaking for the first time. Damn him for being so calm! Why couldn't he be nervous and flustered like she was. She took another sip of her frozen cocktail. She would have looked a lot cooler if she didn't have to suck so hard on the ice.
"I mean isn't it all a bit conformist to you?" she said suddenly finding a confidence. "Wouldn't you rather be wallowing in a cave or something? Too bad the light here really suits your eyes."
Why was she telling him this?
He stared at her. "And what are you doing trying to down the troubles of your pathetically asinine life in legalized substances?"
"No!" Bebe shot back at him. "I'm just trying to get inside before I fucking freeze to death. I know that you love all these dramatic near death experiences but I happen to like living thank you very much!"
"You mean you're trying to escape the misery of being you, with brightly coloured sugar water." Evan sneered and Bebe only just avoided smacking him across the face.
"Not everyone is depressed like you Evan, some of us like the whole life concept!"
"You don't know anything about my life Bebe," it was the first time that Bebe could remember him saying her name and she would never forget it. His eyes seemed to growl along with his voice. "Don't pretend that you do."
He was leaning over her now. Almost animalistic in his aggression. It was a new side to the normally passive aggressive, sarcastic self that Bebe knew. She didn't know how to react. There was a strange sort of energy in the air that was both terrifying her and exciting her.
She drew back away from his intense gaze and intoxicating smell. "I saw you with your sister the other day, she looks sweet."
Evan put his arm down and slumped back into his normal nonchalant position. He looked towards the ground suddenly unable to look at her. "Yeah, she's a good kid."
The energy had been zapped from the air and Evan's anger was suddenly replaced by intense sadness. Bebe stared at him unsure of what the fuck to do. If Evan was a friend she probably would have leaned over and hugged him by now. But instead she stood back letting the awkwardness accumulate until it was almost overwhelming.
"She's been through a lot." Evan continued suddenly. He kicked at the ground with his heavy boot.
"I'm sorry," Bebe said for the first time she actually meant it. "At least she has a good big brother to look after her."
Evan brought his gaze back to Bebe's. For a moment he looked like he didn't know what to say. He stepped closer suddenly taking her arm. "I-"
"Oh my god! Bebe! You have to come and see this!" Red and some other girls burst through the door. Their tipsy, excited grins and giggles coming to a stop when they realized what they had walked into too.
Evan took a step back from Bebe his warmth immediately leaving her. "Jesus freaking Christ, all of your barbies even dress exactly the same."
Bebe watched as he slunk off his shoulders hunched and his head bowed. She opened her mouth to say something but then realized that she had no idea what to say especially whilst all her friends were hanging around. Her shoulders slumped in a strange kind of disappointment.
"What was all that about?" Heidi said folding her arms and leaning up against the doorway.
"Nothing," Bebe said hurriedly. "Can you let me in? I'm freezing."
"Okay Miss Moody," Heidi said moving aside.
"What did you want to show me?" Bebe sighed as the warmth of the heated room hit her sink instantly soaking her in heat. She looked towards the front door and saw the last of Evan making his way towards the door without a single look back. She sighed. She felt like she had just missed out on a unique opportunity. She was sure that he would go back to insulting her now.
"Oh nothing, just Wendy and Cartman look like they are ready to start World War three, but judging by how quiet it is, they must have stopped." Rebecca said.
The group of girls stopped to listen over the loud music of the crappy's cover band playing in the corner. Then there was a large crash and the whole pub stopped to see what was going on.
Bebe and her friends dashed over to the source of the sound but they didn't need much to find the action everyone else had already gathered around to see what was going on.
Bebe pushed her way through the strangers who were gathered around one corner of the room shards of glass shattered over the floor.
"God Stan control your bitch!" Cartman cried trying to look tough but Bebe could see the fear in his eyes as a dark haired girl lunged at him attacking him furiously.
"You insensitive areshole! You don't understand anything! I hope that you fucking die of breast cancer!'
Wendy, Bebe sighed to herself. Who else would it be? The class president's hands were swinging in ferocious circles. She had Cartman completely backed up against the wall cowering for his life despite being at least four times Wendy's size.
"Wendy come on!" Stan tried to step in grabbing her girlfriend's shoulders but he was simply swatted away. Nothing was going to get in Wendy's way of maiming Cartman as much as she could. Bebe knew that she she had to do something. She didn't like the fatass either but knew that she had to stop her friend before she seriously killed the guy.
"Weds!" Bebe stepped in grabbing both of her friends arms and pulling her away. The skinny girl was panting and heavy against her.
"Let me go Bebe!" She growled but Bebe pinned her back.
"Yeah that's right have your dyke bitch save you!" Cartman gloated the moment that he was safe.
Wendy lunged at him and he cowered. Bebe used all of her strength to pull her best friend back.
"Come on," She whispered into her ear. "There's enough weird stuff happening tonight, it's time to go home."
