my badboy next door

10 || Promise Me

A/n : ......

"Don't look at me like that." He states eating his fries. I think we eat sandwiches and burgers too much. Also fries. He loves sandwiches. It's crazy.

We're at a small burger shop. It's nearly eight and I guess this is our dinner. He leaves in four days.

Four days. I have four day and nights with him. And he leave in the morning. Barely any connection. And he will be in texas. I wish I can follow him. But I can't. I'm terrified.

"I'm just waiting for you to tell me your aspiration and dreams that don't relate to soccer." I smile and so does he.

"Soccer is my life. Believe it or not. I just lost the passion for it when I actually started getting good and gained the popularity."

"I love the sport. But I want to branch out. But I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Failure."

"If I left soccer and went into something else. Failed at that. I would look like such a dickhead to everyone. I can't imagine the reports on me if I did. Sometimes it's easier."

"But are you happy?" I ask.

"Does that matter."

"Yes. You deserve to be decently content at least." I mutter under my breathe. I drink my water before eating my fries. When I look up there's a camera on my face. I immideatly hide my face and look down embarrassed.

"Please don't post that."

I already get people dming me how I got a follow from Elijah. His numbers grow by day. It's crazy. He's almost at twenty thousand.

"Here I'll post this."

"When I become your boyfriend im going to show you off. You know that I hope."

When?..

Is he aware of his words. Im star struck as he only takes a picture of my neck down and food so it's some sort of mystery.

"Will you post me?" He asks.

"Im a private person."

It's the truth. I can never imagine putting the things I do out there. I overthink and that with social media doesn't mix well. It's okay though. I know Instagram is a lie. And I whodunnit be doing things just to post. It's for me. And only me.

"Do you have any guys in your phone?"

I shake my head no.

"You expect a lot from a sixteen year old geek."

"Well yeah. The way you shake ass on me raised my—"

I cover his mouth with my hand. Spilling some fries over as it each over the table. My eyes are wide and then I hear some chatters. I let go of him and his eyes are behind me.

"Let's go."

"Why?" I laugh.

"Mary?"

I feel my heart sink as I hear her voice.

"For a girl who has no game your really out here."

My eyes watch as she slides into the booth next to him. Elijah's eyes are focused on the two guys who slide in next to me. There his friends.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asks them.

"Getting food then we saw you. But couldn't see which girl you were chatting to." I shift uncomfortably at the much larger men. There just his age. Of course jasmine hangs out with the seniors now. She is always in every cliche.