Owned

Chapter 9

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🥀Evelyn's POV🥀

"Bobaa! Where are all my shorts?", I ask Nathan who I call bobaa sometimes.

"I don't know, shortcake!", He shouts back his reply as he watches his match in the living room.

I can't find even a single one shorts to wear. I originally have 9 pairs of jean shorts and 7 pairs of pajama shorts but I can't even find a any of them.

Today, after the incident of the strange boy bumping into me I came up with a plan to show this mysterious stalker, who he is dealing with.

I am Evelyn Anderson and I will show this guy that he messed with the wrong person.

While I am still searching for my shorts a small note kept on top of my jeans, catches my eye.

I pick it up and read the words carefully.

Sorry princess,
Couldn't have you disobeying me!
~L.D

Is this guy serious!? He really stole all my shorts away! Right now, I would be freaking out and scared as hell but the anger in me is way too much to even comprehend anything.

What does he think? That I will follow all his commands like a good little puppy.

He doesn't want me wearing shorts, well I will wear shorts!

But, the question is how?
All the shorts I had was taken away by him. I can't wear my brother's. All I have is jeans and skirts left. I don't like wearing skirts as they are quite uncomfortable for me. So, that option is out.

The other is jeans, if I wear that means I am obeying to him and that is big no no.

So, what do I do?

I pout and go to the living room, and sit on the couch. Nathan is too busy in the match to even notice me sit next to him.

What if I wear a dress?
No, I can't wear a dress, it's not allowed in our school.

What if I wear leggings?
But, isn't that just a comfier form of jeans?

Ugh! This is so frustrating!

I look at the large screen Infront of me when suddenly an idea strikes me.

What if I take an old pair of jeans and change them into shorts!
Yay!
I jump up from the couch and run to my room. I dig into my closet and find an old pair of blue jeans. I quickly take them and run back into my room.

Woah, I am running around so fast I could literally be the flash.

I take a pair of scissors, needle and thread and get to work.

But wait— if the stalker guy can come into my house and steal my clothes and leave notes and stuff he can watch me too.