"What, uh..." he said as he approached. "What are you doing, Pops? This guy," he pointed at Francis, "he cheated on you. Do you have no self-respect? At all?"
"No, I genuinely do not understand," he said, pushing forward. "I mean, he makes out with his ex-fiancé, and you take him back as if nothing ever happened?! You're better than that, Poppy. You deserve better than that."
Suddenly, he gripped his collar, his eyes staring straight at him. "You really thought you two could get away with those stupid fake photos? I really thought you were smarter than that, especially after what happened last time," he hissed, obviously furious.
(It was in that moment that Evan realized that he'd messed up.) His eyes widened slightly, but he managed to play it off. "Fake photos? What the hell are you talking about?"
(lolol) "Don't play dumb. You made pictures of Vivienne and I and of you and Poppy." He harshly pushed him away, hopefully to the ground. "People like you disgust me. You don't deserve to even pretend you're a saint."
He stumbled to the ground, grunting slightly. "You're crazy," he said, shaking his head as he scrambled to his feet. "You think I made those pictures? I fabricated pictures to get my ex to break up with her new boyfriend?" Spoiler: Evan and Vivienne, probably.
(Oh my gosh, that's hilarious.) "I heard you. I was there. How else do you think I found those photos?" he asked, taking a few steps towards him. "Don't tell me otherwise."
He looked around Francis at Poppy. "Poppy, come on," he said, his voice gentle and loving. "This situation he's describing... you know it's crazy, right?" Poppy looked at him coldly, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Unfortunately, Evan, it's the most sane option here," she said quietly. Evan made a noise in his throat and looked up at Francis. "Poppy, baby, come on," he said, backing away. "Think about this logically."
"Don't talk to her like that," he warned, raising his hands threateningly. "Just admit to what you did. It's that simple."
He hesitated, but his pride won out and he shook his head. "He's crazy, Poppy," he growled, his frame tense. "I came to make amends, remember? He's probably been cheating on you this whole time."
(Now I'm super inspired to draw! I must use this to my advantage!) He grabbed his arm, holding tight. "Say another word and I'll knock you out or mess you up worse than last time. Tell the truth. Now."
He raised his fist, but didn't hit him yet. "Am I? It seems like you're the crazy one. You're obsessed."
He sneered up at Francis, his face contorted with the expression. "She'll never love you like she loved me," he said, his voice curling with malice. "You're just a stupid fling."
(WHAT A BUTT FACE) Francis hesitated. "I doubt that. You don't know what our relationship is like.." He stepped off, backing away. "Get out of here, Evan. You aren't worth the time."
(Let's kill him.) Poppy took his hand and squeezed it gratefully, a gesture that Evan noticed. She pulled Francis' hand as Evan scrambled up. They started to walk away, and he laughed. "See that?" he jeered. "She's glad you didn't hurt me. She would be upset if you hurt me." Poppy's hand twitched in his, and, as if she couldn't stop herself, she turned around sharply, took her hand from Francis', and slapped Evan as hard as she could. He cried out, and looked back at her with shock. Her curls seemed almost electrified with anger, and her eyes were fierce. "You are a monster," she said, her voice dangerously quiet. "Let me make myself perfectly clear. If I ever see you come anywhere near us again, I will personally ask him to beat you up. Do you understand?" He didn't say anything, only stared at her with his hand holding where she had slapped him. Poppy turned and began to walk away, evidently still furious.
(You're almost at 100 likes!) Francis raised an eyebrow at him, before following Poppy. "Y'know, I think you should be the one to beat him up."
(I am? That's wack!) She kept walking, still seething. "God! The nerve of that guy. He makes fake photos, tries to blame the whole thing on you, and then try to guilt me into helping him out? Ugh!" She pulled on her fingers angrily, frowning deeply.
"It's okay," he said, taking her hand. "I don't think he will be bothering us as much, now. You got rid of him." His voice was still off, for some reason. Like he was trying to pretend like things were normal, but was still thinking it wasn't.
