catch a sight of me, evie.

Look at me. Look at me. And they were looking at him. Sat in a bench, crossing his legs, Taylor was mentally commanding people who were walking in front of him, girls & guys, to look at him. And all his mute orders seemed to be heard. He knew he had a kind of power of attraction but he took delight in reminding him how appealing he was. A satisfied smile on his face, almost sadistic. He liked more than anything to be noticed, to be the sole interest in a room, to be the meeting point of all the glances. Maybe you can think it is egoist. Indeed. He can’t bear not to be looking at. It is his nature. And in his family, being the main talking point is not suprising. Extroverted parents, ridiculous in their Peruvian hats or in their Tibetan pants, unaware of their strangeness. A crazy sister, completely sure not to be alone in her mind, insomuch that instead of having an unique Agathe, we have to deal with Aggie and Gathe. In the family, catching looks is genetic. And Taylor is used to catch glance from people, not because of his strangeness, but thanks to what it was emanating from him. A kind of mysterious and enigmatic aura. A quiet strength. Taylor is indeed the kind of guy who not have to make effort to have something he wants. He knew he was attractive and that he had purely nothing to draw girls’ attention to him. In a nutshell, with girls it is easy. Then, being attractive raise on him a kind of dependence insomuch that today, he needs to be seen. A smile, a glance, a girl. He was aware of that.

Sat in a bench, crossing his legs, Taylor was playing. All the girls were utterly trapped, unable to look away from him. He was thinking that he was impossible to miss. But being impossible to miss is … impossible. Evie McCoy, centaurs leader. She was walking into the great hall where Taylor was sitting. A glance, a smile and another trapped. A glance. No glance. She was toeing the line, carrying straight on. No glance at all. Was not as an irresistible guy Taylor was thinking of him ? But if he were irresistible, unmissable, this chick should be looking at him. There’s something wrong. Opening his bag, he took out a red apple. Inopportunely, he let it fall down on the floor. The apple rolled to Evie’s way. Taylor stood up. Take the apple. Take the apple.

Sept. 17th. 5:58 p.m.

Although Evie was exhausted, she managed to stand off the bench and get out of the Great Hall. She had been sleeping on the Centaurs table for two hours. Yeah, McCoy was a lazy girl and retreet-to-be, if she only could. As soon as the war would be over, McCoy would go abroad and live a new life out of England and far away from harsh family memories. And friends ? Gael and Ellie excepted, no one here would miss her. And she wouldn't miss anyone. McCoy had always been the not-to-hang-with girl. Paria. Because she was violent, with extreme reactions ? No one. All selfish, intolerant people here in Hogwarts. Like, hmm, let me see... Taylor Morrison ? Evie hated people like him who loved himself much more than their friends or relatives. What the fuck ? How people could be like Morrison ? Unbelievable, unbearable. Oh, watch out, here he was.
On the bench, in the hall, when Evie was keeping on walking, to climb the great stairs, without a glance to him. Ignore him. He wasn't worth it. Just another daddy's son, with a freakin crazy sister, almost Satan alive. Sure Evie wasn't innocent, she trigged off fights, hit her ennemies when they were driving her crazy, speaked slang and said extremely bad words. But she really thought she was worth more than Morrison. Bitches' son. And freaky rich too. Evie had learnt to not look at him. Not hard to. She didn't even have to force herself. So easy.
Wow, a red apple. Like Snow-White's. Evie hated apples. She hated all food she could name "fruit" or "vegetable". She was still a kid in her mind, tastes. As someone could glue a sheet of paper on her forehead, writing on "CANDY ONLY". The funniest, Evie was as thin as a model. But too small, too short. Fate. Evie looked at the apple and stopped walking. Any one would have thought she was gonna take it. But she just gave it a footkick. The apple flied to a corner of the hall. Never mind. She kept going on. Never mind if that stuff was Morrison's. Apple were disgusting. As all fruits and vegetables.
As Morrison.

For the first time of the day, he was hoping that someone would disobey him. He was expecting from Evie not to pick up the apple. And she fulfil Taylor’s desire in giving the apple a footkick. Nothing could delight Taylor more. The tiny Evie was surely thinking that she had done well. She had done well, when she surely thought Taylor would stay away from here. But now she threw away Taylor's apple, she owed him reparation. Deeply inside, he was boiling. It was completely what he wanted her to do. Evie is not a normal chick. A “normal chick” would pick up the apple to give it back to Taylor, hoping he would thank her just with his smile... But Evie is not that kind of girl. For heaven’s sake, there are special girls on earth, something to play with. Standing straight, hands in his pockets, another satisfied smile. Taylor was looking at Evie's back. Now tiny Evie, it will not be as easy to shoo Taylor away as an apple. Did anyone tell you playing with fire is dangerous? Anyone? Then you're gonna get burn.

Taylor gathered his stuffs, ready to move on. He ran into the hall, making his way through the growing crowd. Tiny Evie is ... tiny. And among a crowd it's not always easy to find her. Nothing at right, nothing ahead of him. Here she was! Evie was keeping on walking towards the stairs. At once, Taylor crossed the hall, hurrying on to Evie.

T : Hey, Tiny ...

He climbed the stairs and in a few steps, he was standing in front of her.

T : Er- Evie. Sorry. A split of the tongue. Just wanna know how you will pay me back.

She was about to climb the last steps when a tall, soon-to-be-ejected guy stood in front of her. Taylor Morrison, the most unbearable guy from the Earth, the guy who certainly will marry himself. Evie sighed and took a disdainful look at him. Yuck.

« Hey Tiny - er, Evie. Sorry. A split of the tongue. Just wanna know how you will pay me back. »

Evie kept mute, without saying anything. What the hell - well, maybe he was kidding. JK as people said.

« What the fuck are you thinking I'm gonna say ? Are you kiddin' me ? That's an apple. A simply freakin' apple, dude. So, get out and let me go. »

Evie tried to keep going, but he was still on the stairs, standing on the upper steps. She looked at him, with another disdainful and if-you-continue-i'm-gonna-shot-you-bloody glance. Even if she was smaller than him, Evie knew how to fight well and put her adversaries "out of order". She put her bag behind her shoulder and waited. That guy was so unstandable. He stayed during hours watching girls, flirting and listening his qualities from groupies' mouthes. A Dom Juan, but who loved himself like three times as much than the original guy. What are you waiting for, man, take the ring and marry yourself ! Evie was sure that he was taking hours to watch himself in the bathrooms' mirrors.

« What are you waiting for, for Hell's sake ? »

That’s not just an apple, Evie. That’s Taylor’s apple. And when you are getting in touch in some way or other with Taylor, you have to paid the piper. But watch out Taylor. Though Evie is tiny, she is tall enough to hit you right in the where-it-hurts freakin’ spot. He went down a step to face Tiny E. Although he was lower than where he was, Evie’s eyes was reaching Taylor’s chest. Then she had to raise his head and Taylor had to bend his own. A disdainful, villain glance was bumping into Taylor’s friendly and bloody perverted glance. In the right, a centaur. In the left, a kneazle. But let's get back to the point. -That's an apple. A simply freakin' apple, dude. So, get out and let me go. Evie tried to flee, but at once she moved, dandy was standing in front of her in the upper steps. He knew he were behaving like a stupid egoistic child. - What are you waiting for, for Hell's sake ?

T : First, Tiny E, it is not just an apple. It is mine. And when you are in touch with my bellongings, your are in touch with me. First, I unfortunately let my apple fell down, she rolled straight on your way and then, you gave it a footkick. I was starving. And you deprived me to be feed. So, you have to pay the moral wrong that you cause to me. It's as easy as it sounds, but maybe you have some difficulties to understand. An idea ?

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