Stella
My stomach is a bundle of nerves. Evan is down on his knees, putting a bandaid over a cut on my leg. He cleaned it minutes before, all while being silent and throwing me curious glances now and then.
I have no clue what is going on.
But...
My heart is pounding.
My blood is running hot.
And I wish to know what is going on.
I wet my lips. "Uh..."
Evan peers up at me. "Yes?"
I take a deep breath, out with it, Stella.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
Evan studies me for a few excruciating moments. There isn't any smile on his face, no affection in his gaze—only snow and ice.
"Is that what I'm being? Nice to you?"
"Well..." I exhale. "I think so? Killing Ashley was over the top, but I can't say I will miss her much..."
"Ashley was planning on killing you as punishment
