Evan turned around just as their party reached the door. “Hey, listen…” He took a deep breath. “I really don’t think you should be doing this to h -”
Daemon simply shoved him towards the door. “Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, alright?” The atmosphere seemed to thicken considerably as he said this. “I haven’t forgotten about how you kissed her a couple of days ago.”
“Yeah, I did.” Evans shoved him right back, and took a step forward, making sure that he was staring Daemon straight in the face, before adding, “At least I’m not the one who had sex with her last night.”
She cringed at the mention. She could feel her face burning in embarrassment, and her hatred towards Daemon seemed to rise almost instantly. Oh, God, what wouldn’t I give to be able to disappear right now?
There was a scuffle at the door. Apparently two of them had grabbed Daemon’s arms to stop him from punching Evan.
And now, they’re fighting over me, she thought in exasperation, rolling her eyes, though a flush seemed to be creeping slowly up her neck.
Daemon acted as though nothing had happened, but raised an eyebrow. His eyes keenly contemplating Evans, as if watching his face for a reaction, he muttered softly, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked her.”
“Yeah, well, so maybe I do.”
She froze. I…but…he…She was dumbfounded. The flush had already spread across the lower half of her face.
Evan coolly jammed his thumbs into his pockets, never once breaking eye contact. Shrugging, he added, “What’re you going to do about it?”
Another scuffle at the door only demonstrated further that restraining Daemon proved to be taking a lot more effort this time.
“Keep your friggin hands off her,” Daemon’s voice warned Evan through gritted teeth. “She’s mine,” he hissed, glaring at Evan as though he wished nothing better than to burn bullet-sized holes through him.
Marvellous. Just marvellous. I’m being fought over by two guys I barely know. I’m his, he said. His. She scowled, regaining the usual stream of thoughts that she appeared to have lost momentarily at Evan’s words, yet the crimson blush in her cheeks did not fade. His. Like some- some prized possession he’s determined to keep to himself. Funny, I got the impression that he treats his belongings with more respect than he treats me. Her thoughts seemed to pause for a second at this point, before she sighed inwardly. Oh, great, now I feel like Kreacher the house elf, muttering away to myself.
Evan opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut across by another voice, which sounded like Damian’s, who appeared to have better sense than to allow their bickering to continue.
“Yo, Daemon, we’ve really got to go now.”
“Yeah, man, catch you some other time.” Simmons hesitated for no more than a second before adding imploringly, “But…cut her some slack, kay?”
This time, Joe was determined to have his say as well (which was saying a lot, since he was the one clinging on to Daemon’s left hand while Damian clutched his right). “Seriously. Dude, I mean, come on…” He gave a small shrug. “…she’s a girl.”
Unfortunately, Evan chose this very moment to barge in conspicuously, muttering under his breath, “Yeah, like he’d even have the guts to try if it had been a guy...”
Just as it looked as though Evan was seriously about to pay for everything he’d just said in the past few minutes, an enraged voice burst out from the corner unexpectedly, leaving them all momentarily stunned.
“Just shut up! Shut up, all of you!”
It was Evan who finally spoke, breaking the silence. “Well, sorry for trying to help you then.” His voice, thought mostly consisting of mild surprise, had a hint of bitterness in it.
“Yeah, and a f-fat lot of good that did,” she replied, rolling her eyes. Maybe it was a sign that the chill in the air was finally starting to get to her, because her next sentence was peppered with stammers and quivers. “If you r-really wanted to help, m-maybe you’d actually try to bust me out of h-here.”
Daemon scoffed, “I’d like to see them try…”
Nearly a minute of silence passed between them before Evan broke it again. “Come on, guys. Looks like we’re not needed here anymore.” This time, he did not attempt to hide it; his voice was downright cold. “Bye,” he muttered, striding out the door.
“N-no…wait- I didn’t mean t-” They’d all already left, leaving her to mumble her apologies into thin air.
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Daemon simply shoved him towards the door. “Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, alright?” The atmosphere seemed to thicken considerably as he said this. “I haven’t forgotten about how you kissed her a couple of days ago.”
“Yeah, I did.” Evans shoved him right back, and took a step forward, making sure that he was staring Daemon straight in the face, before adding, “At least I’m not the one who had sex with her last night.”
She cringed at the mention. She could feel her face burning in embarrassment, and her hatred towards Daemon seemed to rise almost instantly. Oh, God, what wouldn’t I give to be able to disappear right now?
There was a scuffle at the door. Apparently two of them had grabbed Daemon’s arms to stop him from punching Evan.
And now, they’re fighting over me, she thought in exasperation, rolling her eyes, though a flush seemed to be creeping slowly up her neck.
Daemon acted as though nothing had happened, but raised an eyebrow. His eyes keenly contemplating Evans, as if watching his face for a reaction, he muttered softly, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked her.”
“Yeah, well, so maybe I do.”
She froze. I…but…he…She was dumbfounded. The flush had already spread across the lower half of her face.
Evan coolly jammed his thumbs into his pockets, never once breaking eye contact. Shrugging, he added, “What’re you going to do about it?”
Another scuffle at the door only demonstrated further that restraining Daemon proved to be taking a lot more effort this time.
“Keep your friggin hands off her,” Daemon’s voice warned Evan through gritted teeth. “She’s mine,” he hissed, glaring at Evan as though he wished nothing better than to burn bullet-sized holes through him.
Marvellous. Just marvellous. I’m being fought over by two guys I barely know. I’m his, he said. His. She scowled, regaining the usual stream of thoughts that she appeared to have lost momentarily at Evan’s words, yet the crimson blush in her cheeks did not fade. His. Like some- some prized possession he’s determined to keep to himself. Funny, I got the impression that he treats his belongings with more respect than he treats me. Her thoughts seemed to pause for a second at this point, before she sighed inwardly. Oh, great, now I feel like Kreacher the house elf, muttering away to myself.
Evan opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut across by another voice, which sounded like Damian’s, who appeared to have better sense than to allow their bickering to continue.
“Yo, Daemon, we’ve really got to go now.”
“Yeah, man, catch you some other time.” Simmons hesitated for no more than a second before adding imploringly, “But…cut her some slack, kay?”
This time, Joe was determined to have his say as well (which was saying a lot, since he was the one clinging on to Daemon’s left hand while Damian clutched his right). “Seriously. Dude, I mean, come on…” He gave a small shrug. “…she’s a girl.”
Unfortunately, Evan chose this very moment to barge in conspicuously, muttering under his breath, “Yeah, like he’d even have the guts to try if it had been a guy...”
Just as it looked as though Evan was seriously about to pay for everything he’d just said in the past few minutes, an enraged voice burst out from the corner unexpectedly, leaving them all momentarily stunned.
“Just shut up! Shut up, all of you!”
It was Evan who finally spoke, breaking the silence. “Well, sorry for trying to help you then.” His voice, thought mostly consisting of mild surprise, had a hint of bitterness in it.
“Yeah, and a f-fat lot of good that did,” she replied, rolling her eyes. Maybe it was a sign that the chill in the air was finally starting to get to her, because her next sentence was peppered with stammers and quivers. “If you r-really wanted to help, m-maybe you’d actually try to bust me out of h-here.”
Daemon scoffed, “I’d like to see them try…”
Nearly a minute of silence passed between them before Evan broke it again. “Come on, guys. Looks like we’re not needed here anymore.” This time, he did not attempt to hide it; his voice was downright cold. “Bye,” he muttered, striding out the door.
“N-no…wait- I didn’t mean t-” They’d all already left, leaving her to mumble her apologies into thin air.
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