"Are you sure you do not know that book by heart already," William mocked as he saw me going through the same pathophysiology book for the second or third time. I rolled my eyes.
"That is kind of the point, is it not?" I answered, not looking up from the description of corneal xerosis and keratomalacia, the later stages of vitamin A deficiency. William craned his neck to look over my shoulder.
"Holy shit, what is that." He looked at the pictures, which showed an eye with a yellow bulge on the iris and the white of the eye completely reddened and angry-looking. William looked absolutely disgusted.
"Hmm, that would be keratomalacia. As a result of severe, chronic vitamin A deficiency, there is partial liquefaction of the cornea." I stated matter-of-factly.
"This is why I do not want to become a medical doctor." William shook his head and sat down next to me on the couch, seemingly in thought. I simply continued making notes.
"What vegetables contain vitamin A exactly?" One look at his face told me he was genuinely afraid of getting that particular deficiency. I smirked at the terror in his eyes and couldn't help but laugh.
"There is no need to worry, Will, it is mostly a problem in low-income countries." I closed my book and put it in my bag, knowing I wouldn't be able to focus on my studies anymore, now that William seemed dead-set on talking. Couldn't say I minded. Perhaps he was right, we had been studying for two hours now and both of us could use a break. "Besides, as soon as your eye starts looking a bit foamy, I'm pretty sure your parents would rush you to the doctor."
"Or I could just ask my girlfriend," He smirked, closing the space between our lips and kissing me softly. I enjoyed his lips on mine and kissed him back in fervor. His hands fell to my hips, pulling me on his lap. Our kiss soon heated up with William squeezing the flesh of my thighs and my hands tangled in his blond tresses. We broke apart when we heard the door fall closed. I got off his lap and sat down next to him, just in time for his parents to enter.
"Hello, William, Evelyn." William's mother walked over to me and I stood up to answer her hug, "How are you dear? Will you be joining us for dinner?" I smiled at the genuine kindness. William's mother was one of the most caring people I had ever met, always ready to give some heart-felt advice and listen to any struggles you might be facing.
"She will, mum." Will spoke. Her eyes glided to her son for a second, before focusing on me once more and her smile broadened, clearly happy to have another person at the dinner table.
"You are still studying hard?"
"Yes, I really want to get in." She nodded in response, squeezing my shoulders slightly for a second.
"And you will. They would be lucky to have you." She spoke before going into the kitchen with her husband, who nodded to me as a way of greeting. He was much less open with his feelings than his wife, yet incredibly supportive nonetheless. I smiled back, ignoring the voice in my head that told me I used to have this kind of loving family as well, before everything fell to ruins. William stood up from the couch as well, taking my hand in his and gesturing to go upstairs, to his room. I smiled in return and followed him up the stairs.

William POV

I tightened my fingers around hers, enjoying their smoothness. Evelyn's face scrunched up at the sight of the messiness of my room. "I truly could never understand how you live in this." She released my hand and cautiously stepped over a pile of books as theatrically as possible. She had always had a tendency for drama. If ever she failed her medical career, she could always give acting a go. As I told her that, she snorted very loudly, making me laugh.
"Let's hope that day never comes. Remember that play in third grade?" She giggled. "Why they gave me the lead, I will never know, but that was honestly a disaster." Her laugh was beautiful and I couldn't help but join in. It wasn't as bad as she made it out to be, in my opinion, but a career in acting was definitely not the way to go for her.
"Glad we agree on something." I smirked as she hit me playfully on my arm. I abused that opportunity to grab her hand and pull her closer to me, intend on continuing what we started downstairs before my parents decided to have the worst timing in history.
"Hmm," Evelyn's eyes glanced at my lips and I grinned. Her arms wound themselves around my neck as mine found her waist. She was absolutely gorgeous, with her emerald green eyes and golden-brown hair. I would be lying if I said I didn't want her and so I gave into the desire and crushed my mouth to hers.

Evelyn POV
During our make-out session, we had somehow ended up on his bed with me on top. Will's hands were roaming over the bare skin of my back and I was unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the warmth radiating from his chest. I moved my hips over his, enjoying the way he groaned and tugged on my lips in response. However, when he moved to the zipper of my jeans, I stopped him, shaking my head slightly.
"I'm not ready." I told him sitting up straight. His eyes closed, obviously displeased and I felt guilty for a couple of seconds, before reminding myself it wouldn't be any fun if I did not feel comfortable. I allowed Dan to push me into going all the way a year ago, and I hadn't enjoyed myself. I wasn't going to make the same mistake. Will opened his eyes again, nodding once and sitting up to peck my lips. Although he clearly wanted to go further, he respected my wishes. A phone buzzed on the other side of the bed and William reached over to grab it. It turned out to be mine. Before I could take it from his hands, I saw William's eyebrows furrow in confusion. Immediately after an emotion I did not recognize flashed in his eyes, before he turned to me, a look of disgust on his face.
"Wha..."
"Would it help if I give you a couple of dollars?" He spat, throwing my phone in my hands and pushing me off of him and the bed. My back hurt as I landed on the ground, but I ignored it as I sat up and turned on my phone's screen. My eyes fell to the message.
'Raven is ill, Mrs Johnson wants you here as soon as possible to man the pole.'
No. I clenched my eyes shut.
"Tell me it isn't true." I had never heard such disgust in his voice, never such anger. Part of me understood, but the other part was furious at him judging me for it. He knew that Oliver and I were struggling to get by.
"It is the only thing that pays the bills." I reasoned, "It is just stripping." I halfheartedly added, knowing it was of no use: there was no way William would accept this. I had always known, hence why I didn't tell him about my job in the first place. William scoffed. Getting off of the bed himself.
"Fucking whore." He shouted, grabbing my wrists and pulling me up, very harshly. I didn't even think twice before I had slapped him square in his face. A pained sound came over his lips and his hand immediately flew to his cheek, feeling at the place that was no doubt going to be bruised tomorrow.
"I'm not a whore." I hissed. He cocked his eyebrows.
"You show your tits for a couple of dollars." That hurt. I liked William. A lot. I could handle the disgust from strangers very well, but hearing William say it filled me with sadness.
"Which is better than being homeless, wouldn't you agree." I grabbed my bag, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill over. I knew he wouldn't like it, but I wasn't expecting this amount of disgust from him. He looked at me as if I wasn't worthy of even breathing the same air as he did. He tried to grab my sweater, but I darted out of the way.
"Get out of my house, you fucking slut." He yelled at me and I walked towards the door.
"As if I want to stay." I answered, sadness and anger overwhelming me. I felt only a little bit bad for slamming the door behind me, before storming downstairs.
"Evelyn." William's mother took one look at my tear-filled eyes, "What is wrong, darling." I simply shook my head, put on my coat and ran out of the doors without saying a word.
"Evelyn!" She called after me.