I followed him away from the table and up the stairs. There was a loft area with a TV mounted on the wall and doorways to what looked like 3 bedrooms. Evan's room was the second door on the left, across from what must've been Genevieve's room from the quick glance I took.
There was something about Evan's house that was peculiarly clean and I couldn't fathom living in a home like that. I mean, my house was never dirty, so to speak, but everything in Evan's house looked like it had been cleaned that day. Even their rooms were clean!
Evan had a small room with a big bed. He had a dark blue bedspread and what I would classify as not enough pillows. He had a desk in the corner with a laptop on it. He was sitting on his bed with his book wide open to the chapter.
He looked at me gratefully when I walked into the room. "So, I was really having problems with section 2."
I drew diagrams, explained, and re-explained, and finally I think he got it. I expected this to be some joke studying session where he invited me over to 'study' and we ended up cuddling and watching a movie. I was horribly disappointed.
I excused myself for a minute to go to the bathroom. Out in the hallway when I was walking back to his room, Genevieve found me.
"Hey girl."
"Hey...?" I didn't really know anything about her, or what to say.
"Not trying to butt in, but just don't get involved."
"What do you mean?" I was confused and almost offended. What was she talking about, and why was it her business?
"Just don't get...attached. You're new out here, don't want you to get eaten alive." Oh, it was sincerity she was going for.
"Evan said something along the same lines. 'The kids out here can be brutal' or something like that."
"Yeah, he would know." She sighed, pausing for time. "Call me if you ever need a girl out here to have your back."
I was taken aback. I didn't expect my first friendship in Illinois to come from my crush's twin sister. "Thanks," I said lamely, wishing I knew what else to say.
I walked back into Evan's room, pausing at the threshold to see him try to sneak his phone back into his pocket. I don't know why he felt like he had to hide something.
"Not trying to embarrass you or anything, but damn, girl," he laughed as he joked, and that freaking smile came out again.
"Yeah, I ran into Genevieve in the hallway." I tried to say it nonchalantly, as though there was no reason to question the conversation we had.
"Oh, so I guess she just wanted to bother you about damn near everything ever."
"...No. She just wanted to say hi and if I ever need a girl to talk to, to call her," I said defensively. "Is that such a big deal?"
He laughed. "Nev has got to be about the least girlie girl I know.
this is where i leave off
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