WHY I HATE CUPID --- Chapter ..?..
Everybody was silent, probably curious to what my reaction would be. My friend shot my boyfriend because he was in love with me. Who'da figured? They're still watching me.
I sigh, slow and almost silently. My eyes connect to Todd's.
"How long?" I ask, my voice placid.
"Few days later after you started hangin' with Evan..."
How long have you known?"
"Since ever." I hear Todd choke back a sob and I become fully aware of the effects of my interrigation.
"Why didn't you tell me?" My voice is still placid. Slow and unfeeling.
"Lance said not to. Said he was gonna tell you and ask you out and shit. He was gonna tell you when he came home that night... He didn't know you two were together until then..." Todd was fidgeting.
"Continue Todd. Why do you think Lance shot Evan?"
"Uhm... I guess he was jealous or maybe feelin' a bit, uhm.... betrayd...?"
"Betrayd?" My voice became angrier with each word, "What right did Lance have to feel betrayd?!"
"You lied to him Pietro."
"If he found out, he would have killed me!"
"So you'd rather Evan than yourself?! That's awfully shallow!" Once the words left Todd, he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock.
There is an agonizing amount of silence and all eyes are again on me. I feel shocked, my eyes wide and my jaw drops ever so slightly.
Todd's eyes are cast down, with shame I suppose, as he shuffles from foot to foot. I look at him hard and turn away from him, facing Evan with my arms crossed.
"Leave." One word; demanding and barely able to say it for my mouth quivers as my eyes become watery and teared. I find I am too emotional lately and I try to stone my face. It doesn't work and the tears streak down my face. "Leave now."
"Pietro, I..." Todd starts.
"NOW!"
"I'm sorry Pietro..." I barely catch Todd's whisper as the group leaves.
When they leave, I sit up against Evan's hospital bed with my knees tucked into my chest.
"Oh God, Evan..." I sigh to myself, "Please, please, please wake-up soon..."
For the millionth time I feel my eyes burn with the salty liquid and I hide my face so nobody can see. I feel the wetness trailing slowly down either side of my face, dodging and joining the beads of persperation. I choke out a sob and run a hand through my pale wet hair. I can't control my tears anymore and they stream down my face like heavy rain.
A hand touches down on my shoulder and caresses my neck. The hand runs through my hair, playing with the strands.
Curious I look up.
My eyes go wide with shock and for a moment I think I have been overtaken by a mass amount of delirium. I rub my eyes and blink about a hundred times. I don't believe what I see. I don't believe I feel Evan's warm hand on me. I don't believe I see his beautiful brown eyes smiling down on me like an dark, blonde haired angel. I don't believe Evan is awake. Awake.....?
"OH MY GOD EVAN!!!"
A/N: there ya go, awake and all happy. :) should i leave it there???
Everybody was silent, probably curious to what my reaction would be. My friend shot my boyfriend because he was in love with me. Who'da figured? They're still watching me.
I sigh, slow and almost silently. My eyes connect to Todd's.
"How long?" I ask, my voice placid.
"Few days later after you started hangin' with Evan..."
How long have you known?"
"Since ever." I hear Todd choke back a sob and I become fully aware of the effects of my interrigation.
"Why didn't you tell me?" My voice is still placid. Slow and unfeeling.
"Lance said not to. Said he was gonna tell you and ask you out and shit. He was gonna tell you when he came home that night... He didn't know you two were together until then..." Todd was fidgeting.
"Continue Todd. Why do you think Lance shot Evan?"
"Uhm... I guess he was jealous or maybe feelin' a bit, uhm.... betrayd...?"
"Betrayd?" My voice became angrier with each word, "What right did Lance have to feel betrayd?!"
"You lied to him Pietro."
"If he found out, he would have killed me!"
"So you'd rather Evan than yourself?! That's awfully shallow!" Once the words left Todd, he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock.
There is an agonizing amount of silence and all eyes are again on me. I feel shocked, my eyes wide and my jaw drops ever so slightly.
Todd's eyes are cast down, with shame I suppose, as he shuffles from foot to foot. I look at him hard and turn away from him, facing Evan with my arms crossed.
"Leave." One word; demanding and barely able to say it for my mouth quivers as my eyes become watery and teared. I find I am too emotional lately and I try to stone my face. It doesn't work and the tears streak down my face. "Leave now."
"Pietro, I..." Todd starts.
"NOW!"
"I'm sorry Pietro..." I barely catch Todd's whisper as the group leaves.
When they leave, I sit up against Evan's hospital bed with my knees tucked into my chest.
"Oh God, Evan..." I sigh to myself, "Please, please, please wake-up soon..."
For the millionth time I feel my eyes burn with the salty liquid and I hide my face so nobody can see. I feel the wetness trailing slowly down either side of my face, dodging and joining the beads of persperation. I choke out a sob and run a hand through my pale wet hair. I can't control my tears anymore and they stream down my face like heavy rain.
A hand touches down on my shoulder and caresses my neck. The hand runs through my hair, playing with the strands.
Curious I look up.
My eyes go wide with shock and for a moment I think I have been overtaken by a mass amount of delirium. I rub my eyes and blink about a hundred times. I don't believe what I see. I don't believe I feel Evan's warm hand on me. I don't believe I see his beautiful brown eyes smiling down on me like an dark, blonde haired angel. I don't believe Evan is awake. Awake.....?
"OH MY GOD EVAN!!!"
A/N: there ya go, awake and all happy. :) should i leave it there???