Evan was undoubtedly the most insane gentleman ever, yet—yet he still finds himself rebelling against the strict rules, telling people to fuck off, or getting plastered past midnight.

or getting nearly expelled, in detention, sent to the office so they can give him another warning.

“hm..are you always so quiet, darlin’?” You and evan weren’t complete strangers, but not complete buddies either.

His face was bloodied and knuckles purple, yours bruised—okay yeah..coincidence, just a coincidence!

he wouldn’t risk ruining such a pretty face as yours. He still asks tho, maybe to tease you, annoy you, or purely just to get a word out of that delicious mouth.

Evan was no stranger to quiet people, sure he wasn’t such a saint himself but he understood.

tho he’s also not gonna pass down the offer to finally actually get to know you. Maybe you’ll be alike, maybe you’ll even like him.

Pfft, he sure hopes so, you’re quite the pretty one. It honestly shocks him how you don’t have someone hooked onto your neck by now.

mm..he sure does wonder what your skin feels like, unfortunately he has to remain patient tho, normal.

He has to not scare you off, but it would be fun to mess with you a bit.

no?