Evelyn's POV
"You're not- you're, you're not...again, you're not speaking French!"
It was Saturday morning and I was having my breakfast in the living room with FRIENDS playing in the background. Cole had left a note on the fridge in which he wrote that he'd stop by at midnight to watch Jason and that he wanted to talk to me.
I had called Bryan first thing in the morning to apologize for how our date had ended and the idea came to mind of asking him to hang out tonight after Cole comes home. He agreed, and now the plan was set.
The house was empty, as mum and Jay hadn't come home yet and Cole was God knows where. Under any other circumstances I would've loved the silence and peace but the way things had been the past few days, I was desperate to be with someone right now.
Turning on my phone, I looked all over my contacts, my finger stopping on Ivory.
Bailey's POV
"Can you stop fucking yelling and get the fuck out, already?" I yelled at Nash who was seriously getting on my damn nerves. He had come home high on what looked like pills and started a scene out of nowhere as per usual.
"This is exactly why mum left, no one can stand your whining" he said, looking around the room for something. "My whining? Have you tried living with yourself for more than ten minutes? " I said back, my voice tough but my stance showing something else. I was standing behind the couch, pretending to be leaning on it, when in reality I was waiting for him to snap, hoping the couch would protect me from any objects coming my way.
"I can't wait till you go to college and I won't have to deal with you anymore" he spat out, walking towards the door. "Yeah that's what I was waiting for too, but you're still here" I spat back, making him flip me off and walk out.
What a fucking day.
Dropping down on the couch, I hid my face in my hands, wiping the few tears that had managed to slip out. My gaze fell on the liquor in the kitchen. I got up, almost running towards the alcohol, needing to feel the liquid on my tongue. Halfway there, I heard the door knock.
Annoyed, I huffed, hoping it wasn't my stupid excuse of a brother. On the other side of the door I saw... Jagger and Aiden. Oh no. What are you two dumbasses doing here?" I asked, not amused.
"We were just passing by and thought we'd make a stop here" Jagger patted my head and I smacked his hand away. They walked in and sat on one of the couches, Aiden equally as bothered as I was. "Excited for tonight?" Jagger smirked and I rolled my eyes. "Sure, sure I'll have to face you girls drunk, all without Evelyn" I said, smirking when I saw a specific name caught Aiden's attention.
"Poor Eve, having to stay home tonight" Jagger said. Let's stir the pot a little. "Oh, she'll be alright, Bryan's going over to keep her company" I said, immediately leaving the room to give him space to freak out while I laughed my ass off.
"What?" I heard him, and the laughter began before I could stop it, Jagger joining me. I walked into the kitchen, fishing out some tea, not wanting stupid and stupider to see me drunk. The latter joined me in the room, seemingly upset. "What the fuck do you mean? He's going to her house? Like staying the night?" he said and I fetched him a cup of water, in an attempt to help calm his nerves. The last thing I wanted was for him to start breaking shit in my kitchen.
"Yup, pretty much." I said casually, enjoying this more than I should be. "No, no, no this can't happen. Bailey, you need to help me" he pleaded, and I scoffed. "Oh, I'm not helping you, buddy, you got in this on your own, now you have to find a way to get out of this shit" I said. He took a seat on one of the chairs, Jagger also joining us.
"So you're not gonna help me?" he asked, clearly frustrated. "No, Aiden. Evelyn is my friend and she's having fun with Bryan" I explained to the nutcase. "She's having fun with me too" he stated and Jagger and I both laughed.
"What's so funny?" he asked, annoyed. "You think she's not?" he continued and I shook my head, pouring myself a glass of tea. "No, no, she is. You know, when she's not busy hiding from your girlfriend or trying to figure out how you feel" I said back, earning a high five from Jagger.
"Good one"
"Wasn't it?"
"Okay, okay, maybe our situation is more complicated but you can't compare our bond with...him" he said. "Well sure, but he's trying"Â I fought back. I could tell I was riling him up, I could only hope that would make him wake up.
"You're telling me I'm not?" He asked, taken aback. I took a seat next to him. "You're not expressing yourself. You're scared of putting yourself out so you don't tell her how you feel and then she's lost. It's not enough for her to know just that you want her"
"It's not?"
"No, shithead, that's obvious. She needs to hear more. Your feelings, not what the thing between your legs is feeling"
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Aiden's POV
"Come on, Maya, just one more" Noah urged her on, a drink in his hand. The hours had passed like nothing, and before I knew it we were out, getting drunk. I had spent all afternoon thinking about her and the decisions that had led us to this point. I thought that it'd be easier for me not to think of her if she wasn't here, but I was proven wrong. Her absence only made it clearer for me how much I wanted her here.
"Get it B!" I heard Ivory yell at Bailey who was now dancing on one of the tables. I faintly smirked, before getting sucked into my thoughts again. Okay, that's enough, I thought, grabbing the bottle of whiskey in front of me and chugging a large amount.
Eh, they're not gonna miss it, no one was drinking it anyway.
The only thought that was going through my brain was that if I can still think of her, I'm not drunk enough. With that, I downed the rest of the bottle, catching Ivory's attention.
"Rough night?" she asked, taking a seat next to me, sipping from her own drink. If you can even consider that a sip. "Out of everyone that's drinking, why me" I asked, much preferring to be alone.
"'Cause you're not drinking to have fun, you're trying to quit thinking. Am I right, or am I right?" she asked and I chuckled. "This isn't the time to play therapist, Ivory" I said, looking around for more alcohol. She noticed and passed me hers, saying something in the lines of 'I can't finish it'.
"Scotch won't help you forget her, Aiden" she added, making my head snap her way. "Who said I want to forget her?" I questioned, finishing Ivory's drink. "I don't know, it just seems like this whole situation's troubling you" she said and I was glad the alcohol was kicking in.
"It's really fucked" was my only response. "It could be much simpler" she responded. I looked at her, questioningly. "I don't know, I talked with her today and she seemed to have complicated things so much in her head" she explained, which only made me more confused. "It's pretty complicated. I don't see how she'd make it look like it on her own" I took a sip of what tasted like tequila, hating the subject we had chosen.
"No, I know, it's just that she's really doubting your intentions and it sucks 'cause you're trying so much to be good to her" she said, and I shook my head. "She's not doubting me, she's just scared" I said, knowing I was right. Right? She wouldn't doubt my feelings, would she?
"Why are we having this conversation, Ivory?" I went straight to the point, remembering who I was talking to. "It's just, you seem pretty down lately and I wanted to make sure you were alright. You know you can come to me for anything, right?" she put a hand on my shoulder, crossing one leg over the other, I'm assuming to show off her legs that were visible due to the skirt she was wearing.
"I'm good, you don't have to worry about me" I said, knowing all this wasn't coming out of pure interest for her friend.
"You don't deserve to be giving your all to someone like this and have them give you such a hard time in return" she ran her hand up and down my arm. Her other hand went to my thigh and I noticed it was heading towards a dangerous area.
The realization hit me and I snapped my body away from hers. She looked at me, a frown on her face. "What the fuck are you doing?" the alcohol wouldn't let me see it before, but now I felt sick to my stomach. "Come on, Aiden, we're just having fun" she said, and I shook my head. "You're her best friend, are you out of your fucking mind?" I got up, my mind in a haze, everything around me blurry.
"Well, maybe I'm tired of everything being about her! I was the one helping you, she had no idea what was going on! She just sits on her ass all day and plays the damsel in distress" she yelled, making heads turn our way.
"I don't owe you shit, how many times do I need to say it? What did you expect from me, to bend you over the table as a 'thank you' gift? Fuck off, Ivory"
Not wasting any time, I walked out of the bar, looking for my car. I knew I wasn't in the place to drive, but the only thing that made sense in my head was Evelyn and how bad I wanted to see her.