The Wicked Wait-CH 7
Published May 11, 2013

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Hi!! Thanks for continuing to read my story, hope you're not tired of it yet!
XOXO Alessa

Hi!! Thanks for continuing to read my story, hope you're not tired of it yet!
XOXO Alessa
(So time has passed, and I love Spongebob so I decided to put this picture, anyways on to the story..) Grudgingly, as always, I walk to the room, only to once again hear her angry shouts, and his useless responds. Instead of facing her, I sit, pulling out my sketchbook. I wonder, like always, why he stays. She's not the same person anymore, and we don't even know what happened. She just looks so tired all the time, like if she's coming down with the flu, but she never gets it. I'm not even sure if this explains why she's so angry all the time or why in the rare times she isn't, she's all over him, like she can't get enough. It had gotten so bad, I kind of wished she had moved out. Or that I would've, except I'm still worried. Not about her anymore, but him. Aiden. I look down at what I was now drawing, and sadly smile. It resembled Sophie so much, what she had now become. I haven't heard her laugh in months, unless it was in a mocking tone. She doesn't even attend parties anymore, yet her drinking is worse than ever. I don't know what to do or how to help her, when she clearly doesn't want it. So, I help Aiden as much as I can. He's been so different as well. Always apologizing, afraid of angering her, but he stays. Just watching out for her, looking at her with so much sadness, as if he feels responsible for her, but doesn't know how to help her either. He exits the room with his head down, and hands in his pockets. I immediately recognize that look in his eyes, she's broken him down again.
"Hey you," I say, and he looks at me, not surprised to see me on the floor.
"Hey," he replies quietly, extending his hand to help me up.
"You alright?" I ask him, knowing his answer was always the same.
"You don't have to worry about me, worry about her."
I sigh, having been through this many times before.
He doesn't say anything else, instead rubs his eyes, looking emotionally drained.
"I'm fine Evie. Please don't ask me again," he answers, walking down the stairs. I follow, grabbing his hand on the bottom step.
"I care about you stupid. How am I not going to worry?" I ask him. He looks at my hand disappointed, before taking his back.
I swallow loudly, knowing I've crossed the line again. He's asked me many times not to reach out to help him, that he doesn't deserve it, but he clearly needs it. Maybe not as much as Sophie, but then again, he's the one who stays. Has he grown to love her after all this heartache and pain she causes him? That's not fair to him.
I walk outside, knowing he's following. He's gotten so predictable by now, nothing he does surprises me anymore.
"Evie, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you-"
"You're an idiot," I reply loudly, more than annoyed at him now. "Aiden, she's hurting you, and you stay! Quit worrying about hurting my feelings or hers, and worry about yourself! You're in an abusive relationship, don't you see that? Not in a physical one, but in a mental and verbal one!" I shout and shove him, hoping to knock some sense into him. My sweet, caring speeches weren't working, but it looked like this one wasn't either.
"This is on me Evie! I screwed this up, I have to try to help her."
"Then let me help you first!"
"I don't want your help!" He yells at me, the first time I've ever seen such a hostile reaction in him. I step back, afraid I've pushed him too far.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he softly says, hand reaching out, but not quite touching me.
"It's fine. I guess it's none of my business," I whisper.
My cell phone alarm beeps, reminding me one of my few classes this summer is about to start.
"I gotta go," I tell him, as he grabs my hand. "I'm sorry for screaming at you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"It's ok, really."
"You're forgiving me that easily?" He asks with a small smile, and I can't help but smile in return. It was so rare to see that these days.
"Have fun in art class," he says with a smirk, as I start to leave. I don't like the way he said that. He knows something I don't.
It hits me as soon as I enter the classroom, what Aiden was referring to. We were having a nude model. I start feeling jittery, wondering how I'm going to get through this. I've never seen anyone naked! How am I supposed to draw some random, clotheless person without blusing or giggling like an idiot? I take a deep breath, realizing it would probably be an old woman or something. That's not so bad right? I sense someone is coming up behind me, and turn to see Aiden with that smirk again. It's nice seeing another expression on his face other than a frown, but I know he's laughing at me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, knowing damn well that he didn't want to miss seeing me in all my awkward glory.
"I just hope you haven't had enough of me," he replies, raising a brow.
"Umh, what?" I ask, when the professor comes in closing the door behind her. She spots us, and calls out, "Aiden? Whenever you're ready."
"What's she talking about?" I ask him, but he ignores me as he walks up to the platform in the center of the room. He takes his shirt off, over his broad shoulders, and I know I'm not the only one who gasps. He's all muscle, and pecs, and biceps. Not to mention the abs he obviously spent hours doing sit ups on. It horribly dawns on me what's going on as he slyly smiles. He unbuttons his pants, kicking them off to the side, and I hear my audible inhale. He's standing in his freakin boxers! Not just boxers, but boxer briefs! The tight ones that cling to the body and...nope. Those have come off too. I'm having such a hard time looking away, emberassingly aware that my mouth is hanging open. "Wow," I whisper, eyes wide open, jaw still dropped. I don't even realize I've said that out loud until I hear a few chuckles, and Aiden winks, which ensues more laughter. I fight the urge to not run away screaming. Mortified, I turn to the empty canvas in front of me. I have to draw everything? Every last detail? Please, someone, sedate me. My body is about to throw up the white flag, how am I going to ever keep my eyes off of him? I decide to let my hands do the work, and try to remove my brain and hormones from the entire process. Who's spraying the room with pheromones? I can't even think straight! I can't risk dwelling on his eyes for too long, their mesmerizing blue color, and the way they sparkle with mischief. Or on his nose, perfectly straight. His lips...the bottom one slightly fuller than the upper one. His jaw...the broad shoulders, that made my fingers suddenly ache to touch. His biceps. His forearms. I have never been attracted to forearms before, imagining the way the muscle underneath will move touching me. His hands, deliciously masculine and rough...
I take a deep breath and shut my eyes tight. Relax Evie, I order myself.
That's proven useless once I find his gaze has flickered to me. I'm stunned by the sudden electricity that moves through me, like it was even more possible for me to be aware of him. The crazy impulse to reach out and touch him, to run my fingers all over him, was overwhelming. I have to stop again, what's happening to me? I feel my whole body tingling, in places I didn't even know existed. The overpowering craving to touch him all over, won't go away. Especially not when my eyes linger on him for longer than was really necessary. At his happy trail of hair, where my body quivers. At his apollo's belt, where the flesh of his hip bone creates that enticing V line, where it flirtaciously trails down to meet...
"Lighten your strokes Ms. Blair," the professor advices from behind me, and I jolt up, snapping out of my salacious thoughts.
I can't help but admire my work, and breathe a sigh of relief when it's announced that it's time to stop. I stretch my arms in front of me, and flex my fingers. I so need a cold shower. The student next to me leans over my unfinished drawing and grins.
"I see I wasn't the only one worried that the paper wouldn't be big enough," he chuckles, and I smile in agreement. "You draw very interesting though."
"Thanks, I think," I reply.
"I just mean that you draw him as if he was your lover. Or are you simply just in love?"
"I'm sorry, what?" I ask, but he just grins again, darting his eyes to Aiden, who looked as if he had heard everything.
Aiden walks with me in silence, as if he too was aware of the new strange intensity that was between us. I decide it'd be best to say goodbye, but his face stops me. His expression is torn, almost in pain.
"You could've warned me," I say, in one quick breath, before he says anything else.
"Okay, well do I repulse you that much?" He asks, attempting to lighten the mood, which fails as I respond, "no, that's the problem."
He turns his breath-taking eyes away, with a sad sigh. "Evie, I've told you. This is about Sophie, I can't...I'm here for her."
Rejection washes over me and I curse my need to speak my thoughts. Hoping to play it cool, I give out a forced laugh. "Relax, I'm only playing. I haven't forgotten you're taken, and that you're weird." Though I had already grown accostumed to him saying things that don't always make sense.
"And you're with James," he reminds me. When I don't answer, he immediately knows what that means.
"You broke up with him again? That's been like four times already Evie!"
"You're keeping count?"
"Why do you keep stringing him along? It's not good for either of you," he says, ignoring me.
"James knew from the start that I didn't want a boyfriend, but he insisted."
"Not every guy is like him you know."
"Like who?" I ask, knowing exactly who he was talking about.
"Like your dad Evie. He walked out on your mother and you, but he has to be the biggest idiot in the world. You shouldn't let what one...dirtbag did influence how you think of anyone. Not all guys are the same. There really are some good ones out there," he says sternly.
"Yeah, I'm starting to see that," I answer, not removing my eyes from his.
"No Evie. I'm not one of them," he says sighing sadly again.
"Stop saying that. I see how much you worry about Sophie, and I know she doesn't deserve you," I say honestly. He's just grown on me so much these last couple of months, and I actually feel guilty for not trusting him from the start.
"...I have to go. I'm taking her to the clinic," he tells me after a second of studying me.
"Again? That's like the tenth time!"
"Maybe they missed something."
"What could they have missed that would explain why she's throwing up most mornings, and why she doesn't get out bed except to go to class, and why..." I stop talking as I notice his face. "Aiden? What are you hoping they'll say?"
"I'm tired off all of this. Of her pain. Of dragging you into this."
I ignore his weirdness, and ask again.
"That she's pregnant," he replies with indifference.
My heart shatters into my stomach. He wants her to be pregnant? To have his child? But she's horrible! How could he think having a kid would make it better? They don't even know each other that well! My breathing comes out too shallow, and I'm reminded that she can't get pregnant, but he doesn't know that. Is he hoping that her being pregnant would somehow make sense of everything that's going on with her? I can't control my breathing realizing that he, after everything, might be in love with her. "Evie? Are you okay?" I hear him ask, but I just manage a nod before turning away. It's not my place to tell him she will never have his children. I don't want to see his reaction when he finds out.
"Evie, what's wrong?"
Just that you want babies with her, instead of me, I think. Whoa! What? Where did that come from? I'm so grateful I didn't blurt that out, and push the reason for why that thought popped into my head away. I whisper, "You should talk to her about what you're doing."
"And what am I doing?"
"You're trying to get her pregnant," I mutter. Only it doesn't make sense when I see him with her. She's the one with her hands all over him, not caring who's watching. It usually happens suddenly, like she sees him, and is in desperate need for him. Except that if they spend the night together, she claims she was dreaming, just like the first time. I've never even seen him initiate a kiss, it's more like he's with her because it's his job. "Look, it's not even any of my business, I gotta go," I tell him, but he never misses a thing, and notices I'm trying to make a quick getaway. He walks closer to me, and I bite down on my lip before I spill anything.
"Evie," he whispers, holding my face in his hands. "Look at me. You can tell me anything, you don't have to be so nervous."
And you don't have to be so close, or I'm going to do whatever you want me to...
"What are you doing?" I hear James's angry voice, coming from my right.
"James, hi," I say, removing Aiden's hands from me. James doesn't even glance my way, and stares at Aiden coldy.
"I asked you a question," he says walking up to him, and side-stepping out of my reach.
"Yeah, I heard you," Aiden replies in a bored tone.
James looks away with an unamused chuckle, before quickly getting in Aiden's face.
"I thought I had told you to stay away from my girlfriend," James mutters through clenched teeth, and my blood boils. I hate that he thinks he can make decisions for me. Aiden glances at me with a knowing smile, no doubt right about what I had just been thinking.
"Sure thing James. I'll stay away from your girlfriend, but for how long? Just today? Cause I'm sure she'll dump you again by tomorrow," he says walking away smugly, with a final smile my way.
Rather than waiting for James to react, I start walking in the other direction, until he catches up.
"What the hell was that about?" he asks, bringing me to a stop.
"That's funny, you stole my line."
"I'm being serious Evie. I thought I told you to stay away from him."
"Yeah, yeah I heard you," I answer, repeating Aiden's reply.
"Dammit Evie. I'm not playing around. Please, stay away from him," he pleads, the anger still in his voice.
"Why should I?" I ask, hoping I don't sound like such a teenager.
"Because I'm asking you to, and he's bad news."
"What does that even mean? You always say the same thing, to stay away from him, but you never tell me why."
"I can't tell you, just trust me on this," he says annoyed, and after a long silence with me frowning, I start walking away again. I can never get a straight answer from him! It's always the same: stay away, I can't tell you why, it's for your own good. It's just really freakin annoying.
"Don't walk away Evie, I need you to listen, and do as I say," he says, blocking my path.
"Do as you say? How? If you never explain what you mean! No one ever does!"
"What do you mean no one? Aiden?"
"Again with Aiden! Why are you so obsessed with him?" I ask exasperated.
"Me? You're the one who can't stay away!"
"Stay away from what?"
"From him Evie!" He yells.
I take a deep breath, having been through this many times before, and he never answers my questions. We just go around in circles until one of us snaps, and the other apologizes. Looks like it's going to be him again.
"I'm sorry. I can't give you a good enough reason for him to be...your friend, or whatever you think he is to you," he says, which doesn't exactly calm me down.
"So now I'm not his friend?"
"He doesn't have friends Evie, there's a reason for that."
"Maybe cause all the guys are jealous. Cause all the girls think he's hot," I scowl, using Sophie's catty tone.
He shakes his head, clenching his jaw. "All the girls huh? So you're one of them? Just waiting in line to spend a night in his bed. Is that why you haven't slept with me? Cause you're saving yourself for him?"
My blood is beyond boiled by now, but I somehow manage to stop my fist from meeting his smug face. "It's too bad I just dumped you yesterday, I would sooo love to do it again." I snap, my nails digging into the palms of my hands.
"Evie, don't you see what he's doing? He's making us fight again!"
"He's not doing anything! It's you! Telling me who I can and can't talk to! Saving myself for him, really? How low can you get? You need to stop trying to control me, James, it's not going to happen." I snarl, and he lowers his gaze.
"I'm not trying to control you, I'm trying to protect you." Here we go again!
"Protect me from what?"
"You know from what. What happened with the ouija board remember? You've heard all the warnings, everything is right there in front of you, and you're still in denial! He's not what you think he is!"
"You're talking about all this ghost stuff again? Really? That's what you're so worried about? What's he gonna do? Order Casper to spy on me? Get real," I roll my eyes.
"You know what? Fine. There's someone who's been wanting to meet you, we'll go with her tonight, before I leave tomorrow," he says sounding defeated. It wasn't a surprise to hear he was leaving, he was going to visit some family, but someone's been wanting to meet me? I was curious as to what he had planned.
"Okay. What should I expect?"
"Honestly? I don't know, but you might find out what he really is."
"Oh really?" I ask skeptically, but he just nods.
"So I'm finally going to know why you're so worried about him," I state more to myself than asking him a question, but he still answers.
"Trust me. If you knew everything I knew, you'd be worried too."

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#1taj39759VIPMay 11, 2013

OMG!! I've been waiting. Yes. Yes. So anxious to read. And as always, you never disappoint. Can't believe I am so addicted to this story.

#2megabug7May 12, 2013

LOVE LOVE LOVE! Can't wait for the next chapter girl! Super excited and great pictures very detailed.

#3JennC32May 12, 2013

OMG, OMG, OMG! The sketch on panel 4 is ahhhh...I love it! lol You're so awesome!

#4kikialexaMay 12, 2013

Spongebob months later!!! Who doesn't loves Spongebob? Great chapter and FUNNY! I just loved her reaction when Aiden got in her This time was more laughing than being scared \:\) Good job, and will look for the next chapter as soon as possibile \:D (I didn't know they were at University untill now.....aaaand the chapter was a little bit scary at the end) :P

#5AnchieTkd Jun 4, 2013

Who is antagonist and who is protagonist now?GOsh I love this story!\:rah\:

#6GinangelaSep 3, 2013

I laughed so much in this chapter!

#7martoeleSep 13, 2013

It would be nice if you, now and again, would lift up a tip of the veile. There is mystery in each single image text. It's nice but... it finally could be boring. I really hope, some light will shine on this in the next chapter. \;\)

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