Hello all! Sorry it's been so long again. I have rewritten this a million times, and then my computer screen broke. A friend of a friend was supposed to fix it but it looks like he probably will never get around to it. Soooo I was going to wait to update till I got it fixed, but who knows when that will be. Soooo...sorry if there are a lot of typos in this...can't see half my screen! :(
Just a warning-everyone is a tad ooc in this chapter; there's a some (not really graphic) Ricky sexin's; and also, my potty mouth came out in this chapter, bad.
Anyway, I'll shut up now. Enjoy! :)
Gary watched as his schoolmates came running out of the gym, gasping and whispering to each other as the auto shop went into flames. He heard his name echoing through the crowd in hushed tones, rumors already spreading. Gary chuckled at their stupidity.
He spotted Evelyn from afar and watched her closely. She was the only student without eyes glued to the burning auto shop, instead looking around. He knew it was him she was looking for. Gary narrowed his eyes as he saw Johnny Vincent walk up to Evelyn. The greaser grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the crowd.
Gary followed Johnny and Evelyn from afar as she was pulled over to the boys' dorm.
"Let go of me!" Evelyn squealed, trying her hardest to shake herself away from Johnny.
Gary glared at the greaser as he pushed Evelyn into the dorms. He led her to the commons, pushing her down onto the couch. Gary slipped in quietly behind them and hid behind the wall.
"What the fuck is your problem?" he heard Evelyn spat at Johnny Vincent, standing up and getting into his face. A brave act for someone her size.
"Sit down, woman," Johnny replied with an eye roll. He lightly pushed her back onto the couch.
Evelyn and Gary both watched as the greaser started pacing. "That asshole. That fucking asshole. Burning down our turf." He turned to Evelyn, and hit his palm with his fist. "I should punish him. And you…this is your fault."
"My fault?" Evelyn cried. "How the fuck is this my fault?"
"Because. You're friends with that psycho Smith kid."
Evelyn scoffed. "Whoa, wait a second. You don't know that Gary did this…all the students here, you think he's the only one who would want to watch it burn to the ground?"
Gary smiled to himself from the shadows. She's sticking up for me.
"The auto shop, not the school, Evelyn. MY auto shop."
"Still doesn't mean it was Gary."
Johnny pushed his face into hers, making her lean back into the couch. "He got into a fight with Ricky...over YOU... right before the fire and left. You and Gary were the only ones not in the gym. So it was either you or it was him."
"Yes," Evelyn spat out sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "It was Gary in the billiard room with the candlestick. Seriously, go fuck yourself, greaseball."
She expected him to yell, but was surprised when he chuckled and tilted his head slightly."Oh, okay. I see what's going on here, Evelyn."
"What?" she asked, confused.
"You're sticking up for him. You like Smith."
Evelyn turned red. "Sure I do. He's a friend of mine."
"No, no. You like the freak. Man, you're just like Lola, dating one guy yet fucking another." The greaser shook his head as if disappointed in her.
"I'm not fucking anybody, and if I were it wouldn't be your business."
He took hold of her wrist, pulling her up close to him. She could smell the cigarettes on his breath and it made her sick to her stomach. "Ricky's one of my best friends and you're fucking around on him. That makes it my business."
"I'm not fucking around on Ricky!" Evelyn squealed in defense, though it wasn't even convincing to her. She growled in frustration and got up, pushing Johnny out of the way, and left the dorms.
Evelyn frantically wiped the tears that fell onto her cheeks as she ran across to the girls' dorms. She let out a gasp when she ran into someone and fell down on her ass. She stared up at the tall figure, a scar across its eye gleaming in the flickering light above. He helped her up.
She pushed him away. "Leave me alone, Gary."
"That's no way to talk to a friend, Evey."
"Yeah, well, maybe you're not my friend," she snapped. Behind him, she could see firemen running toward the smoke, desperate to save the poor building. "You've ruined everything, Gary."
He scoffed. "I didn't ruin shit, Evey. You did that when you tried to be normal. But you'll never be normal to them, even with all the meds you're on. You and I, we're freaks and we always will be."
"Gary," she sighed, "Just leave me alone, okay?"
"Is that really want you want?"
Evelyn wiped some more tears and sniffled. She didn't reply. Of course she didn't want him to leave her alone. She just didn't want to be thought of as weird or a freak anymore.
Gary scoffed. "Alright, fine. Whatever this was, it's over."
Evelyn watched Gary turn and walk away, knowing she had made a huge mistake.
As Evelyn walked into the cafeteria, the whole room went silent, everyone staring at her. Her eyes scanned the different cliques. The preps and the jocks turning their noses up at her as usual, but with so much more spite this time; the nerds glaring at her over their Goblins and Gremlins set up; the greasers burning holes in her with their eyes.
And then there was Ricky, who looked at her and let his gaze sadly slip away.
She understood now what Gary meant when he said they'd never see her as normal. Standing there in the doorway, there were only two groups: Evelyn and everyone else. Evelyn Chase vs The People.
If only she hadn't run off Gary…at least then she wouldn't be alone in this war.
Deciding to ignore the looks, she grabbed a tray of food (if anyone could actually call it that), and made her way to the Greaser table. She sat next to Ricky and picked up her fork. Just as she went to grab what might or might not have been a piece of chicken, Lola reached over and knocked the tray of maybe-food off the table and onto Evelyn's lap.
Evelyn gasped and the cafeteria burst into laughter. Lola gave her a snotty smile.
Evelyn looked to Ricky, who simply smiled apologetically and looked away. She scoffed and stood, running out of the cafeteria with maybe-food flying off her clothes. Evelyn made her way to the girls bathroom where she washed off the rest of the food, though she couldn't see through the tears forming in her eyes, therefore she was unsure if she had gotten it all. And actually, she didn't care much.
You and I, we're freaks.
It looped around her head like a song on repeat.
"Babe?" She heard a small voice say suddenly.
Ricky popped his head into the bathroom, seeing his girlfriend on the floor. He went to her, kneeling beside her. "Hey babe. You alright?"
She wanted to scream at him. Did he seriously think she could possibly be alright, sitting on the bathroom floor, crying and covered in what-might-be-food?
"Right, stupid question," he said, as if he had heard her thoughts.
"You blame me too, don't you?"
"Oh. No, sweetheart, it's not like that. It's just that Johnny said you and that Smith kid had something going on, like you're sleeping with him or something."
"And you believe him…"
"Well, no. I don't know. Are you?"
"No!" she cried, sobbing harder. She threw her head in her hands. "I'm not Lola, for fuck's sake."
"I know, I know."
Ricky put his arm around her. He pulled her close to him and kissed her forehead.
"I know what will make you feel better," he whispered. And then he kissed her lips. Then he kissed her neck and down to her chest, and lower and lower until he lifted her skirt and kissed up her thighs and in between her legs.
Evelyn closed her eyes, trying to forget she was spread eagle on the bathroom floor with a Greaser between her legs. It was a feeling she had never felt before, but had imagined several times.
She opened one of her eyes to watch Ricky for a moment, but all she could see was Gary. She looked up at the ceiling, focusing on the feeling, imagining it was Gary and not Ricky in this dirty bathroom with her.
Evelyn groaned as she felt herself climax, vivid memories of her night with Gary flashing in her head. She wrapped her fingers in Ricky's hair, lightly pulling, and bit her lip.
After she finished, Ricky sat up, smiling. She stared at him, at the small bruise under his eye where Gary hit him.
"I love you, Evey," he said, hugging her.
Behind his back, she cringed at the name.
"Your tears don't fall,
they crash around me.
Her conscious calls
the guilty to come home."
-Bullet For My Valentine