Another photoshoot is in the works! I'm downloading more pose packs so there are more poses to choose from, but enjoy this teaser photo of Evan in the meantime! And yes... it is chapter 69... will I do something? Hope doesn't know for she usually writes these little notes at the beginning of the chapter. The song is You Don't Own Me by Grace ft. G-Eazy!

(Hopes POV)

      I turn up the volume on my headphones and hit eight on the treadmill. Maybe if the music is loud enough, I'll be able to ignore Evan if he comes back into the gym. I start to jog when at the corner of my eye I see Tyler eyeballing me as he gets on the treadmill next to me. Maybe Evan coming back won't be as bad as Tyler being in the same room as me right now. I continue to run but Tyler staring at me is already starting to make me uncomfortable. I take out an earbud and look over at Tyler. I open my mouth to say something but he already beat me to it.

     "Do you think you should be running in your... you know... condition." I press stop on the treadmill and pause my music.

     "What condition Tyler? I'm perfectly fine, why do you keep acting so weird around me." I raise my eyebrow as he presses stop on his treadmill. He looks past us as John and Luke finally leave the gym, leaving just Tyler and I in here now.

     "Can you stop being a fucking ass to me. Why do you fucking hate me so fucking much? I thought we were getting on good terms with each other." I step off of the treadmill and go over to the squat press machine. He follows behind me.

     "When did I ever say that I hate you, hm? I have never-" As I sit down on the small seat I look over at him and cut him off.

     "You don't have to say it Tyler, how you treat me tells me that you hate me. Not to mention that-" He grabs onto my cheeks with his hand and yanks my head to make me look at him. He kneels down next to me and stares right into my blue eyes.

      "Don't fucking cut me off, understand? I can walk out of here right now and go tell Evan why the three of you left when he SPECIFICALLY said not to. Now, we don't want that, do we princess?" He says. I feel my heart sink down into my chest as I stare back into his blue eyes. I shake my head no which made him smirk. He lets go of my cheek but still remains kneeled.

     "So, you're blackmailing me. What do you want in return so you don't go blabber to Evan?" I ask as I set the machine to where I want it and start pressing.

      "I have a couple of things in mind actually. You do what I ask and I'll stop dropping hints to the fucking clueless man and everyone else that doesn't know." He gets up and goes to lean against the wall, his eyes not once leaving me.

      "Fine, I'm not scared of you Tyler. If I need to I'll just take you down again and go tell Evan myself so you have nothing against me." I set the press back into place and look over at a still smirking Tyler.

      "Careful what you say princess, you haven't told Evan yet, and until then you're basically my puppet which I can do whatever I want to." I roll my eyes at him as I get up and cross my arms.

      "Okay, what the fuck do you want then. Let's get whatever you want done and out of the way, I'm not being your little puppet my whole life. And stop calling me princess, pretty sure Evan wouldn't like you calling me that." His smirk gets bigger as he looks me up and down now.

      "And I'm pretty sure Evan wouldn't like it that you aborted his baby without even telling him that you were pregnant in the first place. Besides, you two are taking a break, right? I mean the last thing that I heard, he tries to kill you whenever he looks at you, doesn't seem like good boyfriend material, but I think I know someone that will make a better boyfriend." He brushes a small part of my hair behind my ear. I look at him confused and take a step back away from him.

     "What I'm getting at is you want to join the club of loverboys that try everything in there power to get with me. Jealous of Evan or something?" I smirk back. 

     He loses his smirk and looks towards the door. I look over toward it and see that no one is coming in, I look back to him as he also turns to look at me.

     "It's not just Evan. It's Brian, it's Craig, it's John, and it's Jordan. I'm not worried about Craig or John as much as I am the other three guys, I'm mostly worried about Brian. He knows you like the back of his own damn hand." I start to chuckle and shrug my shoulders.

     "Holy shit, I never would have guessed that THE Tyler has a cute little crush on ME! It's cute Tyler, really it is, but if you think blackmailing me to try and get me to fall for you or whatever, it won't work." He starts to chuckle as he leans away from the wall and looks down at me.

     "No, I don't expect that at all, but then again, Evan kidnapped you and look what the hell happened." He smirks again as he raises his eyebrows. I felt my cheeks heat up and bite my lip.

     "Ouch, got you there, didn't I princess? Pinks a good color on you, should wear it more often." He brings his hand up and softly rubs his thumb over my flustered cheek. "But if you do end up falling for me, I'll gladly take you in." He drops his hand and continues to look at me.

     "So would you have done this if I didn't tell you what I was going to go do?" I ask taking another step back.

      "Was thinking of a good time to make a move on you actually. This just helps it honestly, who would've known that going to an abortion clinic would get us here? I sure as hell didn't." He takes a step closer to me. My heart was starting to beat quicker, what is he planning on doing?

     "Stay still for a moment for me, that's one of the first things you can do for me." He looks me up and down once more and takes another step, closing the gap between us. 

     I hold my breath as he picks me up and was nose to nose with him now. My brain sending me extremely mixed signals from, this isn't right I need to punch him right now, too, let's see where this goes.

      "All you have to do is stay still and I won't tell Evan." I don't respond as he closes his eyes and presses his lips up against mine. 

     Loud clapping rang through the empty room as Tyler yanks his head away from me and drops me back down to my feet. I frantically turn my head and look as Brian starts to smile and shake his head as he continues to clap.

     "So, you got shit on her, and now, I have shit on you. I'd advise you not to fucking do that again unless you, of course, want me to go tell Evan." Brian stops clapping and stares at Tyler.

     "Brian I... I didn't do anything... he's trying to black-" Brian glances over at me for a second and then back to Tyler.

     "Oh I overheard him Hope, don't worry about that shortcake. But this fucker right here needs to realize that he doesn't get to use you as his sex toy just because he has shit on you." I put my hands in my short pocket and look toward the ground.

     "Hey fucktard, I think not telling your boyfriend that you got rid of his kid without him even knowing that you were going to have one, is pretty fucked up. She tells Evan and I'll stop with the blackmail." Tyler says walking away from me.

     "You know what's also fucked up, going after one of your friends' girls. She doesn't have to tell Evan anything if she doesn't want to. How about you don't blackmail her and I won't blackmail you because believe me, your situation is a helluva lot worse than hers is." Brian says. I look up at the two of them as Tyler looks like he's about ready to fight Brian.

     "What the hell are you even doing in here anyway, can't stay away from her for more than a couple minutes?" He's probably in here to make sure shit like this doesn't happen because he knows you Tyler.

     "Evan wants everyone in the meeting room, so, let's all go together and act like I didn't catch you kissing her, shall we?" Tyler hits Brian on the way out of the gym. Brian looks over at me once Tyler leaves the room.

     "You alright shortcake? He didn't do anything else to you did he?" He asks. I walk over to him and shake my head. "Good, one more fucking dude in this fucking race is going to make me go crazy. I thought he hated you, but it's probably just a front. Come on, don't want Evan thinking we're going at it now." I start to laugh as I walk out of the gym with Brian behind me. He starts walking at my side as I put my bandana back on.

     "When is he going to take these fucking serums so I can stop wearing this thing around him?" I ask.

     "Actually, that's what this meeting is about. You don't have to, but he wants you to take some too to see if it'll work with the whole Jordan thing." With all of these syringes being stabbed into me, I'm starting to really not enjoy needles now.

     "The only way I'll be able to see if it works is if I see Jordan. Brian, there's a little problem, we have no fucking clue where the hell he is." We turn the corner and see everyone already in the meeting room making small talk with each other as Brian and I go in. I don't even glance at Tyler as I sit in the empty seat up front right next to Evan. Brian goes and stands next to Craig and David.

     "What will you be giving me?" I ask crossing my arms and stare at Evan. The door closed, the meeting is now started.

     "First off, you're only going to get something if you are 100 percent comfortable with it and get a majority vote from everyone. It's mostly me whose going to get injected with this shit, which is why you're all in here." He looks around at everyone. I look down at the table and see a couple of syringes lying there ready to be used.

     "I'm 100 percent alright with it Evan, get everyone's vote, and let's get this started. I want to not be able to wear this anymore when I'm around you." He and Del look over at me, they share a glance with each other, and Evan sighs.

     "Fine, a show of hands, who's alright with Hope doing one of the serums to see if it'll work on her?" Evan asks. I look away from the table and around the room. Brian, Craig, Holly, David, Brock, Tyler, John, and Evan were the only ones not raising their hands. Evan and Del look at each other again.

    "I don't know what any of these fucking things do, I don't want her going through another coma or fear simulation again. For all we know, it could've been a one-time thing with Jordan, unlike mine." Evan says quietly to Del. 

     I look back down at the small needles. I take a deep breath as I reach across the table to one of the syringes and stab it in my neck. A couple of gasps filled the room as I push the pin down. Evan looks at me in both shock and horror as he yanks it out and away from me.

     "It's my body," I look over at Tyler who looks at me stunned, "and I'll be damned if someone tells me what to do with it. Now, everyone, I sleep talk and sleepwalk, nothing to be alarmed about and-" I look back at Evan as he takes his own syringe and stabs it into his own neck, injecting the clear liquid inside.

     "We're doing this together, I'm not letting you go through hell alone." He flops back into the chair next to me as he grabs my hand. Don't say anything you'll regret Hope, control yourself.