I would like to thank everyone that took the time to read my first chapter. I heard wonderful feedback. To answer a lot of the same questions I received. No this is not an actual story, as much as I myself would like it to be also. All characters and places were made up with my imagination. I know my grammar could be improved. I'm trying, so bear with me and enjoy! Thanks again, all comments and constructive criticism are welcome.
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School the next week was a blur to me. Travis made attempts to talk to me about what had happened that night at the Drive-In whenever he could. I told him repeatedly everything was fine, and that if it wasn't, my brothers would have talked to him way before he had a chance to talk to me. He offered to take me to a movie but I reclined saying I was busy with school work. It was partly true, but I didn't want to tell him that I couldn't go on a date with him knowing all I can think about is Evan and our kiss.
Here I was on a Saturday doing school work that wasn't due for weeks. I was in my room the whole week for that matter, my books consuming me. I don't think my brothers thought of anything different. It wasn't out of the ordinary for me to be holed up in my room for periods of time, trying to get school work done. So here I was once again trying to get my mind anywhere but on Evan Bianchi. I kept reading the same paragraph over and over again trying to understand what it was saying every time. But all I could think about was Evan. Frustrated I closed the book, leaned back on my bed, and massaged my temples.
I haven't spoken to him or even seen him for that matter since I left him confused at my front door a whole week ago. It has only been a week? By the way the week went by it had seemed longer than that, maybe even a month. I would look for his truck everyday passing his house after school. I don't know if it was out of habit or if I wanted to run into him and finally face what happened between us.
The kiss, it was more than I ever expected from Evan. I often thought about what it would be like between him and me, but I never expected that. My brain turned to mush, and if he had encouraged anything more at that moment, I probably would have let him. I've never not been in control of my own body. I don't know whether that scared me or excited me more. At the time, all I wanted was him and how his actions were as if all he wanted was me. But now I couldn't help but to think of all the other girls who have had the pleasure of his lips on theirs. Did he kiss them like he kissed me? His kiss was passionate and aggressive, as if he was trying to tell me something words couldn't. But what? He has never hinted to me of any feelings towards me other than a friend or another protective older brother. I couldn't just sit here all day and do this to myself again. I wanted answers, and Evan was going to give them to me. I don't care if he avoided me like the plague all week. Soon enough my brothers, even Mr. Bianchi, will notice something is up if I don't confront this sooner or later. I would rather talk to Evan than deal with my brothers any day. I got dressed and pulled my hair up into a pony tail.
As I headed down stairs I heard my brothers opening up cabinets in the kitchen. I sat down at one of the stools at the island and watched them move about. As they laid contents out to make a sandwich, I picked up a piece of bread and started picking at the crust little by little and placing it in my mouth.
"So what are you guys getting into tonight?" I said in between taking bites of the almost gone piece of bread I had.
"Cara and I are probably going to head over to Mike's and see what they are getting into." Trevor answered me while spreading mayo on a slice of bread.
I could tell by the way my brothers were acting towards me, nothing was ever said about my drinking the Saturday before. Not even by Cara, I think she knew that by the way Evan dragged me off, I had already gotten an ear full and didn't want to mention it to my brother.
"Yea, she texted me too but I didn't really feel up to it. Let me know what you guys end up doing though, maybe I will swing by later." I replied to Trevor.
I turned to Mark who was now stuffing his face with the sandwich he made. With a grossed out look on my face I asked him his plans.
"I'm taking Susie out. I met her at the Drive-In. She's Sara's Cousin." He said with his mouth full.
"I'm sure I'm not the only one Mom taught manners to." I said as I leaned over the island grabbing a napkin. I motioned to Mark to take it and wipe up the mayo that stuck to both corners of his mouth.
He took the napkin from my hand, wiped his mouth, and swallowed the remaining contents. "Why? What are you doing tonight?"
Glancing out the bay window in the living room, I could see that Evan's truck wasn't in his driveway. He is probably at the shop. I overheard Mark talking to Trevor during the week, how Evan has been in a mood all week and is non-stop working in the garage. He had said something about Sara getting to him again because he had been that way since he left them two at the Drive-In. Confirming that Evan hadn't said anything to my brother about my drinking and taking me home. But could his mood be because of me? Or was it an argument that surfaced between him and Sara from having to take me home and leave her there? Another question I had set in my mind to ask Evan when I see him.
I looked back at Mark, "You think you could drop Trevor off and I can take the car tonight? Steph and I were thinking about going and seeing that new Horror film they have out at the cinema."
I came up with the lie quickly knowing that my brothers knew Steph didn't drive. I needed the car to go to the shop and confront Evan. But giving them that information would only lead to them suspecting something was up.
