{"id":263665,"date":"2026-07-14T14:43:43","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:43:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/im-gonna-get-you-back-eva-des-lauriers\/"},"modified":"2026-07-14T14:43:43","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:43:43","slug":"im-gonna-get-you-back-eva-des-lauriers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/im-gonna-get-you-back-eva-des-lauriers\/","title":{"rendered":"Im Gonna Get You Back – Eva Des Lauriers"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It was hard seeing Delaney like that. \u201cWe both did.\u201d I think back, try to remember. I know we stumbled back to my dorm and started reminiscing. About high school and the team and Clara. We talked about Legacy and how we both wanted to go back to what we\u2019d been so excited to escape.<\/p>\n

At least Woodhurst was familiar when everything else was so new. \u201cI wasn\u2019t handling the changes or the pressure well. My injury was fresh, my head a mess. The guys on the team are hardcore, and Coach is relentless \u2026 It was all so intense.\u201d Delaney tried calling Clara over and over. I tried calling Mitchell, too. Neither of them picked up, and that made it worse somehow. Like we were the ones who were left behind, even though we weren\u2019t the ones home.<\/p>\n

Then Delaney lay back on my bed and started crying. Told me how lonely she was at school. I told her I was, too. The rest I mostly remember in flashes. None of them good. \u201cThere was no way she could drive, so she stayed over. We talked awhile. And \u2026 I know we kissed.\u201d Clara\u2019s eyes drill into mine, barely containing her anger. \u201cAnd?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t remember much else.\u201d Her eyes narrow like she doesn\u2019t believe me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know I fucked up\u2014\u201d Shame cuts my breath short because the details are fuzzy. But there is one thing I know for sure. \u201cWe didn\u2019t have sex like this post is suggesting.\u201d \u201cDid you want to?\u201d \u201cNo. The whole thing was kind of awful, actually\u2014\u201d \u201cOh, was it?\u201d she snaps, her biting tone dripping with sarcasm. \u201cWas hooking up with my best friend awful for you?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d My voice is strangled. She goes still, some of the anger draining as it\u2019s replaced with hurt.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe this.\u201d \u201cIt was nothing\u2014\u201d \u201cThen why keep it from me? Why didn\u2019t you text me or call me or something?\u201d Because I couldn\u2019t hear her voice knowing she didn\u2019t want me.<\/p>\n

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Clara stared out at the lake below, a breathless, awestruck look on her face. Her green eyes wide and soft, color high on her cheeks from the hike. Camera in hand, she panned the vista, entirely focused on getting the shot and not at all aware that I couldn\u2019t take my eyes off her. Nothing could pull her attention when she filmed. Not that I didn\u2019t still try. \u201cLook at how the light bends over those pines,\u201d she said reverently.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust there. Stunning, right?\u201d \u201cRight.\u201d The light was nice, but it wasn\u2019t enough to distract me from her. But her turning the camera toward me was. While it didn\u2019t bother me, being filmed made me self-conscious\u2014too aware of my arms and hands and the fact that she saw so much through that lens. \u201cCan I help you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I asked. \u201cDon\u2019t talk,\u201d she said, a smile in her voice. \u201cStay broody. You look perfect.\u201d My entire body rushed with heat. As charged by her as the world around us that bounced with sunlight. I pulled off my beanie. \u201cI\u2019m not broody.\u201d \u201cHave you seen you?\u201d I pushed my hand through my unruly hair, sure it was sticking up all over the place with the way Clara\u2019s eyes bounced to it. \u201cMeaning?\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re, like, the definition of broody. Quintessentially broody. If I were making a documentary about the broodiest guys in Woodhurst, the list would begin and end with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would you make a documentary about that?\u201d She scoffed. \u201cIt\u2019s an example.\u201d \u201cAn example of how you\u2019re obsessed with me,\u201d I teased, the corner of my mouth lifting. That rosy flush I loved blossomed across her cheekbones. When our eyes met over the camera, hers narrowed playfully. \u201cYou wish. As usual, just ignore me.\u201d \u201cAs usual, that\u2019s impossible.\u201d Her responsive laugh was airy as she circled me, capturing whatever shot she envisioned.<\/p>\n

There was a focused fluidity to her movement that reminded me of the hawks soaring above us. Free and attuned all at once. \u201cHow ready are you to get out of Woodhurst?\u201d The question confused me a moment. We still had a few months before graduation.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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