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Evan's POV

Rolling over in bed the next morning, I had a sick feeling in my stomach just thinking about the conversation I was going to have to have today. I threw on my change of clothes before entering the living room.

"Hey sleepy head! It's about time you woke up!" Tansy joked before going back to the papers in her hand. I checked the clock on my phone and realized that it was a few minutes shy of noon. Usually I never slept in too late as I didn't want to waste my day away. "What're you up to today?" She asked, only halfway paying attention as she highlighted a few words.

"I'm gonna talk to Scar today. Get my key back and everything." I trailed off, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Okay. Good luck, girl. Call me if you need anything." She murmured with a comforting smile. I nodded before beginning the trek to his place. I cursed myself when I realized that I had no idea whether he was still home or not, and if not I had no way of getting in. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Should've kept his key until after we broke things off.

Entering the building, I ignored the cat calls from the group of teenage boys hanging out in the lobby. Anxious butterflies flared up in my stomach as I stood outside his door. My breathing grew heavy as I started to feel light headed. Squeezing my hands into fists, I dug my nails into my palms while focusing on taking deep breaths. In, out. In, out. I brought my hand up and pounded against the door before I could think twice. If I didn't do this now, I was never going to do it.

There was no answer for a few minutes, so I knocked again. If he doesn't answer this time, I'll leave I reasoned while swallowing the lump in my throat. I checked the clock on my phone before huffing in annoyance and stepping away from the door to make my leave. I'd just turned my back when I heard the door swing open as someone groaned. Turning on my heels, I gasped at how horrible Scar looked. He was sickly white and had dark bags under his eyes. There was a deep purple bruise on the edge of his jaw that was somewhat camouflaged by his stubble.

"I feel like I'm dying." He groaned again before leaving the door wide open and walking back into his apartment. I was assuming that was his way of inviting me in. He hadn't showed any smidgen of remorse, so that either meant he didn't know I heard the phone call or he was actually just a huge dick. Well, he has one I thought before reprimanding myself and forcing my thoughts back on track. From the way he was acting, I was assuming it was the former of the two.

"Did you just wake up?" I asked, not knowing how else to start the conversation being as he clearly had no idea what he'd done.

"Yeah, you pounding on the door did it." He explained with a grimace as he popped two white pills and followed them with water. I nodded before looking away from him, already feeling my emotions getting the best of me just from being in his presence. He set his glass down before beginning to approach me. When his hands reached out to grab me, I put my own up while taking a step back, distancing myself. The action caused him to be immediately on edge as his eyes narrowed at me.

"Are you seriously still mad about me going out yesterday? I didn't even know the plans were that big of a deal. I figured it was just a chill dinner. Why are you making something out of nothing?" He demanded, annoyance clear as day in his voice.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" I asked, needing to confirm what I already knew.

"There are bits and pieces of the night. I know I fought with some dude, but I can't for the life of me remember who. Why?" He asked in confusion.

"What about a certain conversation between you and your friend?" I crossed my arms over my chest while my face hardened just thinking about what he'd said. His face scrunched up as he thought hard before both of his eyebrows raised as he looked at me.

"Vaguely..." He responded cautiously. I just nodded before holding my hand out.

"I want my key back." I demanded simply, keeping my face devoid of any emotion. I knew if I let my mask slip for even a second, it would be game over.

"Why?" He snarled, body tensing as he grew angry.

"Because I don't want to see you anymore!" I yelled, losing my cool.

"You don't get to decide that!" He screamed back while rubbing his temple, his head probably pounding from the sheer loudness of the noise.

"You're right, you already did when you chose to tell your friend that all I was to you was a tight pussy and a good fuck! Now give it back!" I sneered, voice raising to match the intensity of his own.

"I was just drunk, baby. You know I didn't mean it." He said calmly while trying to get ahold of me once again. I smacked his hands away as my eyes began to water. Uh-oh.

"No! I don't know that because I don't know fuck all about you! I was planning on having a nice dinner last night, just the two of us, so that we could get to know each other. But no, you wanted to go out with your player best friend to have a couple beers and talk about the wonders of bed hopping! Well good news for you, you're free to jump ship because this one has sunk!" I hissed, furiously wiping my tears away. I turned on my heels and made a beeline for his bedroom, determined to find my key myself and leave.

He was hot on my trail as I flung his bedroom door open and began ripping his room apart. He tried multiple times to grab me and put an end to my search, but I was a woman on a mission and I was not going to be stopped.

"Evangeline! God dammit, stop!" He roared before finally getting a hold of me and pinning me against the wall. I thrashed violently, hitting him with everything that I had. He winced as I landed a particularly hard punch to his chest before I grew tired and lax in his hands. Dropping my head back against the wall, I sobbed as he properly wrapped his arms around my body before pulling me into his chest.

"Stop it! Stop treating me like this!" I ordered while trying to push away from him.

"Like what?" He exasperated.

"Like you care! Stop treating me like you fucking care! The way you act and what you say are two totally different things and I refuse to let you pretend like you want me for more than just sex for another second!" I snapped, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"I do want you for more than sex, Evangeline. I was drunk and rambling off stupid bullshit with my best friend. It doesn't matter!" He insisted.

"Yes it does! It matters to me! Fuck, it would matter to any girl! You clearly don't respect me and I don't want anything to do with-stop it!" I groaned as he began kissing up and down my neck. I cursed my body as my panties flooded almost instantly.

"Scar, stop it! You don't even care about what I have to say!" I growled as he continued assaulting my skin with his open-mouthed kisses.

"Yes, I do baby. I just don't see the point in continuing this argument any further when it's irrelevant because I didn't mean a single thing I said." He murmured as if it was the most logical thing in the world. He shoved my shirt away before trailing his fingers over my navel and to my hips.

"No! Goddammit! Stop touching me!" I sobbed, reaching my breaking point. The floodgate of tears had finally broken as I shoved him away from me. "This is exactly why I never had sex with Brandon. This was what I was trying to avoid. All we ever do is have sex, Scar. We don't ever have meaningful conversations, and when we do it's only when we're fighting!" I cried, pulling at my hair in anger. He didn't say anything in response, just clenched and unclenched his jaw while looking at the wall next to my head, avoiding eye contact. I continued to cry while shielding my face away from him with my hands.

I didn't fight him as he pulled me into a tight embrace. I couldn't help the fact that while he was the one causing my pain, he was also the one who could soothe it, too. When did this thing between us get so serious?

"I'm sorry." He spoke in a husky whisper. I didn't reply, not knowing what to say. There was no way I was letting him off the hook for what he did, so how do we move on from this? I just shook my head back and forth before burying my head in his chest

"I didn't think it was a big deal that we hadn't really gotten to know each other yet because we were just having fun and I knew that those important conversations would come later. I don't have any excuse for what I said about you, but know that I didn't mean a single word of it. Sure, I might've looked at you as just a tight pussy in the beginning, but that's not how I think of you now, baby. I've never let a girl into my home and I've never met either of a girl's parents ever before. I might not have defended you last night, but I also never agreed with him. He's always said dumb shit ever since we were younger and this just happened to be another one of those dumb things to me. Trust me, Evangeline, if I wanted to leave you I would've already done it by now." He assured me before kissing the top of my head.

I began replaying the night in my head. All of the things that were said and done. He was right. He might not have stuck up for me, but he didn't agree with his friend. And then there was what he'd said on the phone when he'd purposely called me...

"I'm going to make mistakes. Huge ones. Ones that any good boyfriend would know not to make, but I need you to understand that this is my first time doing this. I don't, didn't, give a shit about anyone but myself and a few friends for the past 26 years of my life. I need you to promise me that you'll be patient and understanding when I fuck something up." He said honestly. I was astonished by how transparent he was being with me. His words made me think of what my mother said to me earlier. The ones who need a little work are always worth the trouble.

"Are you going to give me an answer?" He muttered in irritation, clearly over the silent treatment I was giving him. I just smirked as he wiped away the remnants of the tears on my cheeks.

"Fine. I'll give you another chance, BUT!" I yelled when a huge smile took over his face, not wanting him to think he was getting off scot-free. "You don't get any form of sex for the next two weeks. I think with all the free time we'll have together there'll be no issue getting to know each other." I said deviously as I watched his face drop.

"You're kidding me, right? Please tell me you're joking." He begged.

"No." I giggled.

"No. No way am I keeping my hands off of you for 14 whole days. My dick will literally explode if you make me do that. At least put blow jobs back on the table." He demanded. I shook my head sternly while maneuvering my arms to loop around his neck.

"I'll eat your pussy whenever you want, but I need something baby." He stated. I bit my lip, thinking about the offer. His tongue is pretty magical...

"Okay, no sex at all for the first week. After that, you can have blow jobs back but that's the only deal you're getting from me." I warned as I could see he was going to try and change my mind. If only he knew this was going to be as torturous for me as it is for him...

"Fine. Do I get anything right now to tide me over for the next two weeks?" He growled while gripping my ass in his hands. I giggled while rolling my eyes, not wanting him to catch on to how much I liked his idea myself.

"No, but you do get to take me to breakfast right now." I shot back, laughing wholeheartedly when his face crumbled. He grumbled under his breath before letting go of my body to get dressed. I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter as I realized how much damage I'd done to his room.

"Admiring your work?" He teased before pulling a black sweatshirt over his head and shoving his feet into his timberlands.

"Maybe a little." I joked, accepting his kiss as he bent and pecked my lips. I followed behind him as we made our way to the living room before I stopped dead in my tracks. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I thought I was going to throw up as I saw my dad sitting on Scar's couch with a few of his other friends. Scar kept walking but I turned and dashed back into his room, leaning against the door as my heart raced in my chest.

"Fuck!" I whisper yelled to myself. There's no way I'm getting out of this. I could hear them all laughing and joking in the next room as my stomach churned.

"Baby! Get out here, there's someone I want you to meet!" Scar yelled, probably confused as to where I'd disappeared to.

I had no doubt my father was who he wanted me to meet, but I couldn't let that happen. Staying quiet I paced the length of the room while trying desperately to think of a way out of this. Just long enough that my father will leave and I can make a swift getaway.

"Baby?" I heard Scar's curious voice approaching the room as I panicked. Think Evan! Think! What will distract him for a decent amount of time? Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head just as the door began to open. I sprinted to the bathroom and stripped my clothes off in an almost violent manner. I turned to face the door right as he leaned against the frame, eyes dark with lust.

"I lied. I'm not hungry for food anymore, but I do need help washing my back." I purred seductively, refraining from crying with relief as I watched the tent in his pants grow. "Do you think your friend could wait for, I dunno know, a few hours?" I asked innocently while approaching him and running my hands up the length up his chest before pulling him down by the back of his head to kiss him passionately. He responded instantly, kissing back with equal fervor while beginning to unbuckle his belt.

"They're gonna have to." He replied before stripping completely and carrying me into the shower. Thank God he thinks with the wrong head.

**To those who will inevitably be angry with Evangeline for letting him off the hook so easily: he's a dumbass and Evan knows that. I know that. You know that. Scar knows that. We all know that. She was gonna forgive him anyway (duh) I didn't feel it was necessary to drag it out for forever.**