"What the fuck did you just say?!" I said to Mike as I whipped around. I looked at him as he was sitting there, a solemn expression on his face. He looked at me, biting his piercing and sweeping the hair out of his face.

"Evelyn, honestly tell me that you've never thought about it. I'd treat you so well. I'd never, ever hurt your feelings or make you cry. Look, you two weren't even dating and he hurt you enough to make you go to Orlando. I would never do that to you."

"Mike, enough. You don't even know what you're saying." I stammered out, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"But I know exactly what I'm saying. I've felt this way for a long time, I was just waiting for the right moment to tell you. I wanted to tell you that night down at the beach, but you were so distraught over everything. I didn't want to add to your problems." He said calmly, and I began to get angry over his calm demeanor.

"What, and you actually think that you're helping out now?! Mike, this is ridiculous!" I practically yelled at him. I saw the hurt flash across his face, but it was hard to feel bad after hearing everything he had to say.

"Evie," he started, getting up off the bed as he spoke and walked towards me. "Remember back before this? Back when you were first dating Kody?" He stood over me, looking down into my eyes. He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through mine. "Do you remember the night that I stayed with you after you guys got into your first fight? You had me come over because Jaime was out on a date and you didn't want to interrupt him." He pulled my hand lightly and lead me to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. I sat down next to him, still holding his hand. "I came over immediately with two bottles of whiskey and my set of Lord of the Rings movie. We got drunk as fuck and laid in bed watching the movie. You cuddled up against me and were about to pass out, but right before you did, you said something. Do you remember what you said?" I shook my head slowly, my mind racing to remember that night. It was all a blur and I couldn't recall anything from it, it was so long ago. He smiled softly and brought his mouth up to my ear. His lips brushed against my ear and he softly whispered, "You said, 'I wish you were my boyfriend, Mike.'"

He pulled away from me, the corners of his lips tugged up in a small, sad smile. I suddenly remembered that night, the closeness of our bodies, the smell of the whiskey on his breath, and the alcohol fueled words we shared. A tear slid down my cheek silently, and he brought his other hand up to wipe it away, leaving his hand to linger there. "I could make you so happy, Eve." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. Before I could even register what was happening, his lips were colliding with mine. I pulled away as soon as I realized what was happening. I pulled my hand out of his and got up off the bed, leaving the room quickly without turning back and looking at him.

I ran up the stairs and to my room, slamming the door behind me and heading straight for my bathroom. I plugged my phone into the dock I had in there and blasted my playlist. I reached in the shower and turned on the water, stripping out of my clothes and hopping in, not even waiting for the water to warm up. I thought over everything that I had just heard and witnessed, and I let out a frustrated scream, letting the music drown it all out. I sank to the ground, feeling completely defeated.

I hated Mike for kissing me, but I hated myself even more for enjoying it.

I was the worst person in the world, and I was without a doubt the worst girlfriend in the world. We haven't even been dating two days and I was already kissing another guy.

'But I didn't kiss him, he kissed me.' I argued back against my thoughts.
But it doesn't matter, because I liked it.
'I have to tell Jaime.'
I can't tell Jaime.
What do I do?

I sat on the ground with my knees pulled up to my chest for what felt like hours, arguing with myself, pitying myself, hating myself. I didn't even notice the water had run cold.

The bathroom door opened and Jaime's tattooed arm slipped through, turning the music down. "Eve, are you okay? You've been in here for awhile..." He said through the crack of the door. He began to open it wider and started to take a step in.

"I'm naked, Hime! Don't come in!" I said sharply, causing him to freeze where h was. I heard him sigh and he stepped back out.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He said, hurt evident in his voice.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean it like that. Just... let me get dressed and I'll come out." I walked out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my before realizing I didn't actually have any clothes in there with me, and my bag was still downstairs. I sighed and cracked open the door, seeing Jaime sitting on the bed watching tv. "Jaime, can you bring my bags up? I left them downstairs when you carried me up here." I asked him quietly.

"I brought them up when you were talking to Mike." He said, gesturing to my bags sitting on the floor beside the bed. I opened the door and walked over towards the bed, getting into my bag and looking for an outfit to wear.

I searched through everything I had and couldn't find a single thing I liked or wanted to wear and I grew frustrated immediately. I growled and started throwing every shirt and pair of pants against the door, screaming out in frustration when I ran out of clothes to throw. I stood up and picked up my bag, hurling it against the door, cracking the door it in the process. I had completely forgotten Jaime was there with me until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me down to the ground and onto his lap.

"Eve, Evelyn baby, calm down, please calm down, just listen to me, listen to my voice, everything's going to be okay." He whispered into my ear, rubbing my back softly while I flailed around. He turned me around and pressed my head tightly into his chest to muffle the frustrated screams still escaping my mouth. I screamed until my voice ran hoarse, at which point my screams turned into sobs. My entire body was shaking from the combination of my break down and still being wet from the shower. Jaime pulled the blanket down from the bed and wrapped it around me, still holding me tight and whispering into my ear.

I don't know how long we sat there like that before my tears ran dry. Jaime picked me up and laid me gently on the bed, pulling the wet towel off my body and rewrapping the blanket around me tightly. He sat on the bed and kissed me softly on the forehead. He shifted his body around so that he was laying down, his head propped up on one hand while the other was stroking my cheek gently. His eyes were searching mine for an answer as to what was wrong, but I avoided eye contact, afraid he’d see right through me.

“Tell me what’s wrong, baby. Why are you beating yourself up like this, what happened?” I shook my head, not wanting to open it, worried I might spill everything that happened. “Please tell me, I only want to help you. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I croaked out. He sighed and pulled his hand back from my face, a sad expression worn in his eyes.

“How about this; I’ll go pick up some Chinese take out and grab some movies for us to watch and we’ll stay in together tonight. If you don’t want to talk about it, maybe I can just take your mind off whatever’s bugging you. Is that okay, are you going to be alright while I run out and do that?” I nodded my head gently. He got up off the bed and leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips. I grabbed his hand before he turned away, making eye contact and speaking slowly.

“I love you… you know that, don’t you?” He smiled at my words sadly, his eyes dull and emotionless.

“Yeah, I know.” He said before turning and walking out, closing the door softly behind him.

Notes

I can't even apologize enough times for being late with this update, I'd give you my reasons but really they're just petty excuses. I'm terribly sorry though. I'm sorry this is a pretty short and pretty uneventful update, but things are getting ready to speed back up again, I swear. I hope you enjoy this chapter, please don't be afraid to leave me feedback! It helps me out a lot!
A big thank you to mikmac11 for the comment last chapter and also to Kellic Fuenciado for the lovely message!

Title credit: Blessed With A Curse- Bring Me The Horizon

P.S. I wrote this chapter while listening to both Blessed With A Curse and Remembering Sunday by All Time Low. Maybe try reading it while listening to them? c: