Reader POV
I'm crying on Evans shoulder. I try so hard to keep my emotions hidden, but today I failed. Now Evan, the cutest boi I've ever met, thinks I'm a weak person. This is why I don't cry in front of people. I keep all emotion hidden until I'm in bed, then I cry myself to sleep. Sometimes I wonder if I'M the reason I have depression, then I think about my mother and her evil husband, and I remember the real reason I have depression.
My tears stop but I keep sniffling. Evan notices that I'm done crying and grabs my shoulders in each of his hands he
wipes away a tear that's falling (how much more cliche could this get?) I smile through my tears. Damn! Now I'm showing two emotions at once! So much for trying to wait until I'm alone in bed.
'Are you okay?' Evan whispers. I shake my head and tears pour out once more. Evan pulls me into another hug and I climb into his lap. I've never felt so loved in my life. I can feel Evans heart beating. It's the most wonderful sound I've ever heard. I listen to it, and feel it against my chest. I want to stay like this for forever.
I stop crying after a few more minuets. Evan doesn't pull away this time. I do. I look at his face. He looks worried for me, but also very happy, content you might say. I could look at that face for the rest of my life. I kiss his cheek. I then realize what I did and blush. He blushes too. Before long I feel his breath on mine. He isn't kissing me, but if he gets any closer to me, his lips will be on mine. He smells like cinnamon. It's pleasant, not too strong, just enough that you can smell it. He has his left hand on my shoulder and his right hand guides my left leg pushing it to his other side. Now I'm facing him. Not only that! I'm straddling him! I didn't know that he could build enough courage to do this. Next thing I know he pecks my lips. It's sweet and tastes like cinnamon too. I smile and feel pleased. But Evan most feel the need for more because shortly after that peck his lips are back on mine. This time it's not as sweet, it's more hungry. I didn't know he felt this way about me, but I didn't stop. I let his tongue enter my mouth and he made the hottest moaning noise I've ever heard. He tugs on the collar of my turtleneck. I pull away.
'Evan, anyone could walk past right now.'
'Sorry,' he blushed, 'I don't know what happened to me. Are you okay with that?'
'The kiss?' I asked, he nodded. 'Evan, that was the most 'Okay' thing that's ever happened to me.' He French kisses me again but this time pulls away quicker.
I hear the elevator open.
'(Y/n)? Who is this?' Jeremy asks with a smirk.
'Bro! Give her a break.' Micheal says.
'This is E-Evan.' I said and blushed.
'Keep your hands to yourself.' Jeremy says.
'Why are you guys hanging?' Micheal asks sipping on his slushee.
'School project.' I reply.
'(Y/n)?' Evan asks
'Yes?'
'Wanna go to my apartment? I have books that will help us with the, um, project.' I stand up and straighten my skirt. Evan gets up too. Jeremy smirks at me and Micheal gives me a thumbs up. I roll my eyes and walk to room 394, Evans room.
When he opens the door a nice apartment lights up in front of me. It's pretty but looks like no one lives in it. He signals for me to go in first. As I walk in my bare feet feel something on the floor I jump up in freight (very on edge person). I look down to see a welcome mat beneath me. I sigh in relief.
'Wow! And I thought my anxiety was bad.' Evan laughs.
'So where are those books?'
'I have different plans.' Evan says, surprisingly confident. He plays with my hair. 'Maybe we could just hang out?' He asks.
'What?' I say backing away. He pecks my lips. I can't resist his kisses. I fall into him allowing him to guide me. He pulls away after a few minuets.
'Now we can get back to work.' Evan says.
