**HI GUYS! Sorry I've been totally MIA recently. I will be 1000000 % BUSY AF FOR THE NEXT LIKE WEEK AND A HALF. The reason for this is I'm literally three days away from rush week (for my sorority) and we're super busy preparing! Please enjoy this update though!!**

Evan's POV

I raced down the stairs before skidding to a halt as I saw a handful of Brock's conquests flirting with my man - my very annoyed man, I should say. I almost laughed at how angry Brock and all his friends looked as the girls fawned over Scar while completely ignoring him and his friends.

Fuck this I thought to myself before strutting up to him and yanking his head down to mine before shoving my tongue in his mouth, noisily making out with him right as one of the red head bimbos was telling him something I was sure was oh so interesting. Scar chuckled against my lips before I pulled away and smugly smiled at the pissed off teenagers.

"Gross Evan, do you mind?" Brock complained with a grimace. I could see the tallest girl of the bunch eyeing me with a challenging glint in her eyes. I don't think so.

"You know, you're right Brock. We're going to go home and probably have sex the rest of the day. You guys have fun." I said with a sarcastically sweet smile on my face before dragging Scar out of the room behind me by his wrist.

"I think I like jealous Evangeline. She's very sexy." Scar's deep voice rumbled out against the sensitive skin just below my ear as we continued our ascent to his SUV.

"Yes, well I like loyal Scar and he's going to get to fuck me wherever and however he wants when we get home." I purred back. He groaned, sounding as if he was in pain as he began pushing me towards the car. I laughed loudly at his antics before climbing in and shutting my car door. Once in, he squealed out of the driveway before beginning to speed back to his - actually, our - place. I yelled at him for a few minutes to put his seatbelt on before he finally conceded and did as told.

"You're lucky my dick gets hard when you nag me." He joked before swiftly turning the corner onto our street. I smiled happily before I leaned across the consol. I rested one arm on his shoulder closest to me before slinging the other across his chest to rub the skin on his neck on the opposite side. I peppered kisses all over his neck and jawline before rubbing at his stubble with my thumb.

"Well good thing I'm in love with you then because you get to hear me nag for the rest of our lives." I replied, waiting for my words to sink in and for him to realize the magnitude of what I'd just said. To my disappointment, he didn't show really any change in attitude at all. I waited a few more minutes before releasing my hold on him and slumping back down in my seat. He reached for my hand, but I smacked his away, angry that he didn't even say anything back to my confession of love. It was the first time I've said those words! He could've at least fucking smiled.

He laughed quietly at my refusal to hold his hand before shaking his head. It was obvious that he and I both knew I was angrily pouting, yet he didn't do anything about it. He quickly switched lanes before taking a detour that would lead us towards the outskirts of town. I scrunched my brows before looking at him quizzically as he sped up, driving towards what appeared to me as no where.

We continued driving in silence for another 15 minutes before I set my anger aside to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Where are we going, Scar? I want to go home." I asserted with frustration. I saw his lips form a small smile from my peripheral vision as he ignored my protests and rested his big palm on my upper thigh.

"We are going home, baby." He replied before giving my thigh a quick squeeze. I narrowed my eyes skeptically at him before huffing in annoyance and averting my gaze out the window. I knew, for a fact, this was not the way to get to the apartment, but I did have to admit the scenery was absolutely breathtaking. I've lived in this town my whole life, and I'm positive I've never seen this view before. How, I'm not sure, but it was amazing.

My confusion only grew as he pulled off of the main road onto a bumpy gravel one. I clutched the door handle as we bounced around due to Scar's refusal to decrease his speed. I muttered a few choice words under my breath before he pulled to a stop at a large gate. I watched closely as he got out of the car and punched a code into a black metal box. The gate doors swung open seconds later. Scar got back in the car before driving through and pulling up to a huge empty lot. Well almost empty.

I followed Scar's actions when he got out of the car and stopped to wait for him as he rummaged around in the back seat for something. This time, I didn't refuse him when he went to hold my hand, something that seemed to visibly relax him. He hid whatever he dug up from his trunk away from my vision, pissing me off all over again.

"Why are we here, Scar?" I exasperated.

"You'll see, just be patient baby." His soothing voice spoke. I rolled my eyes before letting him guide me further onto the land. After about ten minutes of walking we came up on a flat slab of land that looked as if it were being built upon.

"What's this?" I asked, tapping my foot against the slab of cement.

"The foundation of the house. I just finished pouring it a few days ago." He explained before running his hand along the concrete.

"Okay?" I questioned, dragging the word out to make it known that I was still confused as to why we were here. Scar just shot me a cheeky smile before dropping the item in his hand, which had turned out to be a box of children's sidewalk chalk, and turned his back to me. We both stayed silent as I wracked my brain to figure out what the hell he was doing. When he finally stepped back, my breath left me in one big whoosh.

Mr. & Mrs. McGuinness was written on the forming wall in blue chalk.

"What is this place, Sebastian?" I asked, watching how me using his real name affected him. It was something I hardly did, only in very serious or intense situations.

"I bought this plot of land years ago for cheap. The lake," he said before pausing to point out in the distance. I followed his arm before realizing there was, in fact, a gigantic lake right smack dab on the property. "Was a fucking mess. The fish were all dead and it was practically nothing but algae. There was a worn down house here that'd been abandoned after the old couple moved away to retire somewhere smaller. No one wanted to deal with any of this, so I got it for crazy cheap.

"It took some work to clean up the lake and bulldoze the house, but after I did I wasn't sure what I wanted to put here. I started thinking right after your dad was shot about how short life is. How it's so important to take every chance and opportunity we're given. I drew up a few house plans before combining them all together to make the perfect house. This is only the start of it because we've had so much going on recently that I just haven't had time." He finished. My eyes grew teary as I scanned the large plot of land.

"The perfect house?" I croaked out. He smiled that world-shattering smile, dimples and all, before sauntering over to where I was standing. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him.

"Yes. I'm going to build it and then you do whatever the fuck you want to the inside. This is where I want to have our wedding reception, where I'm going to fuck you for the first time as Mrs. McGuinness, where I want to raise our kids, and where I want to grow old together. Whadya say?" He murmured against my lips. Tears of happiness slipped down my cheek as I nodded my head frantically.

"And you said you weren't sappy." I hiccuped before pulling his face down to my own and sealing my lips to his. He happily obliged to the kiss before pulling away once we both needed air. I slipped the chalk out of his hand before walking over to where he'd drawn on the foundation. I could hear him approaching from behind me as I finished up my...masterpiece. I smiled deviously before stepping away from it and letting him take a look. He threw his head back and burst into deep belly laughter, tears collecting in his eyes as he tried regaining composure.

Evangeline <3 Scar's Cock. The entire phrase was written inside of the large cartoon dick I'd drawn around it.

"We need to pick a wedding date." I mumbled out on a sigh as his laughter finally died down. Scar pulled me closer in order to cradle me in his arms. I turned my nose into his chest and took in his unique scent, something that I did quite often. He smelled like home.

"Don't expect me to do any of that shit. You get to plan every aspect of this wedding, just tell me the date and I'll be sure to show up." He joked to which I pinched his side.

"Ouch! The fuck was that for?" He yelled in outrage. I giggled before leaning back to look at his face.

"You're not going to help me plan our wedding at all?" I asked sadly.

"No. I'm going to be too busy building our house instead. Besides, I'm a guy. I don't give a shit about colors or flowers. That's all on you, baby." He insisted. I puckered out my bottom lip and gave him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Stop that, I already told you I'm not helping." He barked, standing his ground. I rubbed my hand up his stomach and chest before winding them around his neck and doubling my pouting efforts.

"Evangeline." He warned with a stern look on his face. "We're not playing this game again."

"Why not? It worked the first time. And the second, and the third and-"

"You're a brat." He growled as I felt his growing erection rub up against my stomach, causing me to smile in triumph.

"You don't have to pick anything, I just want you to say yes or no to the things I pick." I explained as he'd taken to blatantly staring at my chest. I giggled, catching his attention once again.

"Fine. Yes to fucking you oblivious, no to helping you plan the wedding." I frowned, upset that he really wanted nothing to do with planning our wedding.

"What if I suntan in the yard topless when you work on building the house." I bargained.

"You need to negotiate all of my business deals." He laughed before kissing me. "Alright. I'll help you plan the goddamn wedding." He retorted, annoyance lacing his tone.

"Good. Now, we have about two hours until I'm dragging you to Brock's lacrosse game with me so that my dad can get used to you being around without strangling you." I muttered in amusement. He smiled back at me before pulling me towards the car without another word.

**

I plopped down on the steel bleacher next to my dad before lightly nudging his side to let him know we'd made it.

"Hi sweetheart." He murmured before kissing the top of my head and going back to intently watching Brock warm up. "Kids going to fucking pull something if he doesn't start stretching properly." He grumbled under his breath, causing me to laugh. The security had tried to kick my dad out of many football, lacrosse, even volleyball games back when Ellie and I played, over the years. I say tried because everyone was usually too scared to put their hands on him. He was just too competitive. Something that was passed down to both Troy and I unfortunately.

My dad completely ignored Scar's presence beside me, something that annoyed me to no end.

"Are you going to say hello to Scar, dad?" I asked tersely, the look on my face letting him know I was irritated with him.

"Wasn't planning on it." He grunted back. My mom smacked his bicep with the back of her hand before I watched her mouth be nice to him. He just shrugged his shoulders at her before giving Scar, who was completely unaffected by the entire encounter, a sideways glance. They just nodded at each other in acknowledgement as my mom and I rolled our eyes in exasperation.

Everything was going smoothly until about thirty minutes into the game.

"KICK HIS FUCKING ASS BROCK!" I screamed from the stands as he went head to head with one of the little assholes from the other team that had been playing dirty the entire game. I got numerous glares from a group of minivan moms two rows down from us.

"What the fuck you looking at, huh?" I challenged as all of their eyes widened comically before they began minding their own business once again. Scar just laughed loudly next to me as my mom palmed her face in her hands, probably wondering where she went wrong.

"You get pretty into this stuff, don't you?" Scar murmured with an amused smile. I snorted with laughter before nodding my head. I opened my mouth to reply, but his phone ringing cut him off.

"Sorry baby, I gotta take this. Could be a work call." He explained before plugging the ear that his phone wasn't pressed to and listening intently. I watched as his face immediately turned sour before he began rapidly speaking another language. Well that's fucking new I thought while watching him in awe. How could he have not told me he could speak another language? I felt like that's the kind of information that doesn't just slip someone's mind.

Whoever was on the other end of the call had clearly upset him as jabbed the end call button and tightened the phone in his grip. I was surprised the thing didn't crush into a million pieces. I grabbed his hand in both of my own before gently easing the electronic out of his hand and rubbing his knuckles.

"What's wrong?" I asked, carefully watching his facial features.

"Nothing." He clipped, not looking me in the eyes.

"Don't fucking keep shit from me. Who the hell could it have been that called you that made you this upset about it?" I demanded quietly, not wanting those around us to hear our argument.

"Evangeline, fucking drop it. I mean it." He rumbled under his breath. I narrowed my eyes at him before going back to watching Brock's game. He tried to wind his arm around my waist again, but every time he did, I would just throw his arm off of me and back at him. If he wanted to keep secrets, then so fucking be it.