Letting Him In

Chapter-8

"I've been havin' dreams
Jumpin' on a trampoline
Flippin' in the air
I never land, just float there
As I'm looking up
Suddenly the sky erupts
Flames alight the trees
Spread to fallin' leaves
Now they're right upon me"

-Zayn and SHAED, Trampoline
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Elijah

Groaning, Elijah pulled the blanket over his head, attempting to block out whoever was trying to wake him up. When the blanket was pulled away, he looked up to meet Kaeden's eyes with a glare.

"Leave me alone; I'm tired," he mumbled, which earned him an eye roll.

"You're always tired. Get up! I'm not going to Hernandez's place alone; I don't want to deal with his smug bighead without help," Kaeden practically whined. He tugged Elijah up into a sitting position, and walking over to his closet, pulled out a black t-shirt and some grey sweats.

"Go change," he instructed, throwing the clothes to Elijah, who caught them with a scowl.

With another groan, he finally got out of bed, going to the washroom to get changed. I really shouldn't have agreed to spend the entire day with those two, he thought, remembering the previous day's events. After a couple hours at the arcade, Allen had gotten bored and suggested hitting the movies; even after that, she was somehow bubbling with energy, and had dragged the two of them to a nearby diner for milkshakes, claiming that it was a necessity in life to have tried them at least once. Elijah had to agree though; the vanilla milkshake had been remarkable. But now, all he wanted to do was sleep in.

Coming out of the washroom, he shot Kaeden an annoyed look. "What time is it, anyway?" he asked. "If it's earlier than one, you're so going to get it; Sundays are the only days I get to sleep in."

Kaeden looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow. "It's four pm, actually. I value my life enough to not wake you up early on a Sunday, Lijah," he remarked. Standing up straight from where he'd been leaning in the doorway, he added, "Now let's go. I don't want to spend a lot of time at his place."

Elijah looked toward the night watch on his desk, seeing that it was, in fact, four in the evening. He was surprised everyone had let him sleep in so late. Grabbing his phone, he made his way to Kaeden's car.

After a few minutes, Elijah looked toward Kaeden in confusion. "Do you even know where Dean lives?" he asked skeptically.

"No, I've been driving toward nowhere for the past ten minutes," he retorted sarcastically. "Of course, I do, dude. His house is right next to the field we used to practice in last season."

Elijah just shook his head at him. "Just making sure, Mr. Sassy-pants," he muttered.

Kaeden burst out laughing. "Sas-sy-pan-ts?" he said in between bursts of laughter.

"Alright, stop laughing, Kade; I really don't feel like getting into a car crash today," he said.

By the time Kaeden was able to rein in his laughter, they had almost arrived at Dean's place. Kaeden stopped at a huge gate for a few moments, before it was swung open by a guard, and they drove toward an enormous driveway. Getting out of the car, Elijah observed that Dean lived in the deeper part of town, where most of the businesspeople lived. He himself lived in a good locality, but unlike many others, he had never desired to live in this neighbourhood. He always felt that most people, especially the adults, in this vicinity were too judgemental and snobby for their own good; in fact, that explained the attitude of most students in Davidson High, which was located here.

After looking around for a few moments, Elijah turned his attention toward Kaeden, who was greeting the guard from earlier. It seemed as if they had met in the past, so Elijah figured that Kaeden had probably been here before.