Evelyn (Work In Progress)
Evelyn never suspects that tagging along to a typical teenage party to temporarily drown her worries and anxieties of missing her boyfriend will turn out to be a major turning point in her life; one that compels her to break up with said boyfriend soon after and spends the rest of her high school days constantly looking over her shoulder.
Fast forward ten years later, dating a young, ambitious policeman she can see herself settling down with, Evelyn thought she has finally pieced her life back together. Until her world is once again turned upside down and history almost repeats itself; one that has a fatal consequence for her partner and drives her to drastically change her choice of career.
Set in an interchangeable setting between past and present, this is a story about a woman who refuses to succumb to being a victim. And just when she thinks she has gained all the necessary skills to defend herself from any thugs and perpetrators, fate has one more thing in store for Evelyn; one that will test all her convictions and resilience.
She wandered aimlessly through the busy narrow corridors, her pace slowing as approaching her locker, she found Eric Perkins leaning against it, his thumb busily flipping through pages of…
He straightened himself up and snapped the book shut, handing it back to her; the notebook she’d spent almost half-a-day figuring out the best way to retrieve it.
Almost out of its own accord, her hand moved, taking the offered end of the foolscap whilst Eric didn’t loosen his firm grip on the other end.
“About earlier…” Evelyn began, and stopped; her teeth chomping nervously on the inside of her lower lip.
“Yes?” Eric replied, head pushed forward as far as it could, a look of utter intrigue painted on his face.
“Eric, surely you know that… a hockey team member and a nobody was…”
“Unusual?” Eric suggested.
Eric released his clutch on her notebook, arms criss-crossing around his middle, eyes flicking from her head to her toe, taking in her timid appearance, sizing her; a glint of mischief lighting his eyes.
“We could create history,” Eric remarked casually.
Evelyn released her breath noisily, one brow shooting up exasperatedly.
“Look, Evelyn,” Eric said before she could open her mouth to utter a single word of protest, “it’s simple. I like you. How do you feel about me?”
Evelyn opened and closed her mouth without making a single sound, eyes popping wide they were in danger of rolling out of its sockets, her throat moving up and down as she gulped visibly.
“Am I… really… that horrible?”Eric asked, his face falling a little, taking her silence as a sign of rejection.
“No,” Evelyn answered adamantly. She lifted her gaze to him, for the first time truly paying full attention at him, not only as a hockey player most girls, including, if she wanted to be honest, her, idolised, but also as someone she could potentially get to know closely; become intimate with; the mere thought of calling Eric Perkins her ‘boyfriend’ was enough to send her mind spinning.
“I don’t know,” Evelyn said at last, shaking her head vigorously upon seeing Eric’s face paling. “I mean… I don’t really know how I feel about you,” she elaborated, answering his original question. “I’ve never given that much thought about the possibility that someone like you would want to go out with… someone like me.”
Using the locker he had been leaning against as a springboard, Eric drew himself up to his full five-foot-eleven height, and with both arms encircled around her waist, drew her close until her upper body was hard-pressed to his stomach.
“Start giving it a thought,” Eric whispered, a twinkle of mischief lighting his blue eyes. Dipping his head to the left, he kissed her again, his lips aggressive and ardent against hers, thus sealing their status as the newest item of Fall Creek High.