𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 [𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝]

Chapter 10

Leslie's POV

It's Cat's birthday. Heather has planned a surprise party tonight. I can't go because... well dad doesn't want me around all the drinking. So, I told him I'd probably just spend the night at a friend's. He was ok with this, so I begged JT and Vincent to let me stay with them. Vincent jumped at this. He hasn't wanted me too far from arm's reach since the incident with Muirfield.

I came over to the chemical plant about an hour ago. Vincent has been attempting to wrap a present for Catherine. He totally likes her. He won't tell her, and it's driving me crazy. JT told me not to encourage it, but tonight, it's driving him as crazy as it's driving me.

When Vincent finishes, he heads to Catherine's apartment to give her the gift. JT and I just end up watching a ballgame. JT laughs at how much I get into the game. He says he needs to start watching more games with me.

About twenty minutes later, I hear Vincent's footsteps coming back. JT looks up at him with a semi annoyed look. He still thinks it's too dangerous for him to go visit Catherine.

"How'd it go?" He asks. "I assume you went to see Cat."

"Yeah," Vincent responds.

"So did she like the gift?" JT questions.

"I don't know," Vincent says with a solemn tone. "She never got to open it. She was busy kissing some guy."

"Kissing some guy?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"Hold, what did he look like? Maybe I know who it was."

"Umm tall. Light brown hair. Blue eyes."

I think about who this could be... then it hits me. Vincent sees my eyes go wide.

Oh boy...

"This guy..." I start. "He didn't happen to have a British accent, did he?"

"Yeah," he tells me. "He did."

Should've seen that coming.

I bite my lip and look down. Vincent puts his fingers gently under my chin and lifts me head.

"Leslie Marks..." he says. "What do you know?"

"Umm uh..." I try to come up with how to put this. "His name is... Evan."

"How do you know him?" JT asks.

"His name... is Evan Marks," I mumble. I look up into Vincent's eyes.

"Evan Marks?" He asks.

"Yeah..." I say quietly. "That was my dad."

"Oh," JT says.

No one else says anything for a while. We just watch the game. It feels very awkward. This could get very interesting very quickly...