How Does It Feel To Breathe Oxygen Inside Her Head?

Evelina (Jaimes body) POV

After I finished my magic, I slipped Jaime into a pair of skinny jeans, high top vans, some bracelets and a deep red plain t-shirt. "You're finished!" I smiled, I missed wearing skirts and dressing up. Jaime has the worst wardrobe. "How can you wear this? It's not even comfortable!" He exclaimed, trying to pick a wedgie.

"Suck it up Preciado." I hissed, throwing a black beanie to him. He slipped it on, letting loose waves fall. "What do I even say?" Jaime's eyes got wide.

"Just be me."

"Sorry I'm not a slut." He muttered. The thing is, I'm not a slut. Yeah I've slept with him, and one other guy big whoop. "Oh look," I opened Twitter, "I can easily kill you."

His eyes threatened tears. I know he didn't want this, neither did I! I sighed and closed the app, walking him out the door. He better be good.

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Jaime (Evelina's body) POV

Jake actually showed up on time. Him and I never actually hated each other, just never really liked each other. I hopped in the car slouching in the seat. "Hello gorgeous" he kissed my cheek, making me cringe. "H-h-hi,uh Jake. How are you?" I sat up, forcing my body over to the window.

He just rolled his eyes and drove to the place. God what a prick. "So I have to talk to you after dinner." He winked, allowing me to get out of the car, interlocking our hands. Greattttt.
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Dinner was the most awkward thing ever. A guy can't talk to a guy. Well not like this. "So Eve, uh wanna go back to my place?" He stuttered, opening my door. Was this code language for something? I'm a guy I should know right? Oh shit. He wants to bang. It doesn't surprise me, Evelina is a whore, major slut and can't keep her hands out of others pants.

"Uh hold up let me text my friend quick." I texted Eve and told her everything, I'm not banging another guy. Is that considered gay? (A/N not that there is anything wrong with any readers sexuality.)

We continued to drive and drive until we reached Jakes house. Oh great, I took a deep breath, preparing myself to tell him 'hey I'm not interested in banging you'. Before I could he was ripped out of the car. I quickly got put to see Eve wailing him in the face. Constantly. "Don't you ever touch her again! She is not some fucking circus animal you can play with. E-Evelina is mine!" Eve punched him square in the nose.

Thank god our feelings are mutual, I don't want her wraith. She's beyond anything thing I thought. Especially with how her temper flares. "Jesus Eve stop!" I cried, she just kept punching and punching, he wasn't moving. At all. She was balling, in my body. And I NEVER cry. Ever. So It was weird to see it. "Come on we have to go." I rushed her up, running back to my house.
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I ran her uk to my bathroom and cleaned her off slowly. The blood still trickling down her tight closed fist. "W-what if he's dead Jaime?" She cried, staring up at me. I sighed, "well, that's a bridge we have to cross when we get there."
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She was shaken up about the whole thing, I could tell. "Shhhh shhhh, okay come here Eve," I lifted her up, tucking her into my bed. The weird thing was, staring into my eyes, I saw her, scared, and afraid. Why doesn't she ever show this to anyone? "I still hate you, but I don't like you scared. It's going to be okay. I promise."
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I then got home and jumped into the shower. Mainly taking time to let the hot steamy water open my pores. Evelina's room was flawless. Posters, lights, books. You could tell who she was, by the simplest thing. "Eve you must write a ton." I whispered, pulling a notebook out, revealing it was junior year.

Journal entry #237
Okay Eve, you need to seriously work on that nail, it isn't evenly coated. And please Make sure you match your socks, and have your room flawless. Please. And please, work on your eyeliner skills, if it isn't perfect it isn't you.

Good job today! Okay, so I got into a fight with the sweet Jaime Preciado. Why he is sweet? I have no clue. I don't know, he just needs someone to have. He's lonely I can tell. What's his secret? I don't know. He won't let me in.

End Journal Entry

Oh shit. I never knew she felt that way but who would've? Jaime stop, you don't like her. And you know why.

I took some more deep breaths and walked into bed. Please Jake. Be alive.

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