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Evangeline
The minute the bell rings I’m out of my desk and heading to the girls’ bathroom before Trent can touch or talk to me one more time. My stomach churns, vomit threatening. It took everything I had to keep my composure as I lied to Marco about not wanting him anymore. My heart was being ripped out of my chest. Trent has me over a barrel, leaving me without a choice. I felt so helpless this morning. The look on Marco’s face was almost my undoing.
“Evangeline.” Trent’s voice sounds from behind me, but I ignore him. I push through the bathroom door and make my way into a stall. I lean against the door as I finally let my emotions go. I sob as I remember the hurt that took over Marco’s face, the betrayal I saw in his eyes when I told him that I was choosing Trent over him. I’ve never purposely been mean to anyone before in my life. It broke my heart to do it to Marco, but the consequences of not doing it outweighed everything. At least I thought they did. Now I’m questioning everything.
I have to figure out how I’m going to deal with Trent. I knew the second Trent showed me the nude photos that he’d taken through my window that I was screwed. I also knew that there was no way I could tell Marco. I’m honestly afraid that he might kill Trent if he knew.
I open the stall door and look in the mirror as I try and get myself together. When I exit the bathroom, Trent is still standing there. “I have class.” I walk past him.
He tries to grab my arm, but I side-step him.
“You’re pushing your luck,” he grates at me.
I stop and turn to look at him. He hasn’t moved, but my face must show something because he raises his eyebrows in surprise.
I close the three steps between us. “No, you’re pushing your luck. If Marco knew about those pictures you took of me”—I lean in—“he’d kill you.”
Trent’s eyes go wide for a split second before he hides his fear. I take pleasure in the fact that I’ve frightened him. He deserves it.
“He won’t want you now after how you humiliated him in front of everyone,” Trent says it so smugly. I don’t know if Marco still wants me but if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be because of humiliation.
“Wrong. Marco is a man. Not a spoiled little boy like you. He doesn’t have an ego he has to stroke. Davincis do anything for the woman they love.” I turn and leave him to head to my next class. My own words settle into me. It hurt to watch Marco walk away even if I’d pushed him to. The only thing that’s giving me some peace of mind is that I know he’ll be back. I have no idea what I’ll do when that time comes. My resolve is only so strong.
I grit my way through the rest of the day. After the last bell, my feet are heavy as I make my way toward Trent’s Land Rover. He’s sitting inside waiting for me. I pull open the door, knowing that I have no other choice but to climb in. Again, I get glares from other girls. If only they knew what a sleazebag he really is, I guarantee they wouldn’t be jealous.
“Why can’t you date one of them?” I nod to the group of girls giving me the death glares.
“You really don’t know how pretty you are, do you?”
I glance over to him. “They’re pretty, too.”
He actually looks pissed about my comment. “Every girl in this fucking school would suck my dick. Why aren't you one of them?”
I turn my head to look out the window so he can’t see me roll my eyes at him. It’s bad enough I have to be in a car alone with him. In fact, it’s a little terrifying. He’s already pulled a gun on Marco, so I don’t put anything past him.
“My grandma is waiting for me,” I lie. I don’t have to report home at a certain time, but I don’t want Trent thinking he can pull the car over and do God knows what. Him touching my hair and kissing the top of my head has had me itching to shower.
He pulls on to the highway and turns his music up until it’s almost painful. Maybe he only wants me for looks, because he certainly doesn’t want to have a conversation.
Trent is the worst kind of man. It’s not shocking he thinks every girl in the school wants to suck his cock. I’m sure there is a nice chunk that actually do. He’s popular, rich as hell, and has the pretty boy thing going on that a lot of girls seem to like. With his smile, I’m sure he could pull off the good old boy act if he wanted to. A sheep in wolf’s clothing is what he really is.
He and his friends talk about the Davinci family as if they’re violent criminals. Maybe they do some horrible things for all I know, but they don’t hide who they are. It is laid out on the table. You know what you’re getting. With the Bradfords, you don’t see it coming. I can still feel the knot on my head from where Mrs. Bradford slammed me up against the side of the garage. The Bradfords are your typical cowards. I think they’re the most dangerous type of people, because you never know how they’ll lash out.
Trent barely gets the car into park in the driveway, and I’m already flying from the passenger side. He calls after me, but I keep on moving.
“I’ve got the pictures, Evangeline,” he yells after me as I run up the stairs. I almost slip but catch myself on the railing. I dig in my bag for my key but the door opens. Grams reaches out and pulls me inside.
“Slow down on the stairs,” she scolds.
“I’m going to salt them. Don’t use them until I do.” I put my bag down by the door. “You’re home early.”
She’s staring at me. “Why’d that Bradford boy bring you home?”
I can tell from the look on her face that there is no way that she’s going to let me skate by with a generic answer. It’s not as though I could ever get anything past her. She knows me better than anyone else.
“I’m guessing you’re not going to believe me if I say it’s because he’s nice?” I wince on the last word.
“Try again.” She points for me to head into the kitchen.
