beware

Chapter Two

I sighed while opening the door, slamming it behind me as i sat down and adjusted myself in my seat. I turned on the car and connected my music from my phone to the car and began to drive to where she said he'd be at a supposed 'party'. I noticed the time only being 11:39am, seriously? Who is ready to leave a party at this time?

~15 mins later~

Slowly pulling up to the curb of the house, I heard the music blasting from inside and panic struck me. What the fuck was I supposed to do now!? "Do I walk in there and call for a Ryder? NO! Do I wait until everyone has left? NO! What type of name is Ryder? The hell... like Flynn Ryder? From Tangled?" I panicked out loud.

I sat there for a good 30 more seconds until I put away my anxiety and opened the car door.

I got out the car and began walking towards the house suddenly shivering as it began to lightly rain, I was walking up the steps to the door when I saw someone stood on the steps already looking at me. I turned my head to see a boy with longish, black, messy hair, blue eyes and a skinny, tall frame with a cigarette at his chapped lips. Our gaze met and I felt the air get knocked out of my lungs whilst my cheeks flushed from the realization that he saw me stressing in my car.

"Never seen you before." He stated, while slightly looking down at me with a smirk dancing along his lips.

"And? You aren't gonna be seeing me again." I stated as I turned around and continued walking up the steps, but then a hand grabbed my arm making me almost fall. Frustrated, I turned back to face the boy.

"Listen, I don't have ti-" 

"The names Elijah." He said calmly in a gruff voice as he sat down and patted a spot on the staircase next to him. I looked down at him, a puzzled look painting my features while he looked up at me waiting for me to sit. I scoffed and gave in placing myself next to him. He eyed my outfit and raised his eyebrow.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" 

I looked down at my plain over-sized shirt covering the shorts I'm wearing underneath and felt embarrassment creep throughout my body.

"Well, I'm not here for the party! Just do me a favor please, have u seen anyone calle-"

"Oh? So you're here for someone?" he said almost disappointed as he turned his face forward instead of looking at me, taking a drag of his cigarette and exhaling it out.

I looked at him and began scanning his features, he was very beautiful. The way his blue eyes shone against the moonlight and his tense jaw repeatedly clenching together. I blushed and turned forwards realizing i was staring, following his gaze and steadying my tense breathing from his strong atmosphere.

"Yeah, but not by choice." I spoke.

He nodded slowly letting me know he was still listening.

"My mum is friends with a lady who has a son that is supposed to be here at this party, I don't even know what he looks like and she told me to come get him!" I sighed dramatically.

Elijah tilted his head towards me, "What's the name?"

"Ryder" I muttered. He slowly raised his eyebrow, making me overthink and question what I said wrong.

"Your name is Ryder?" he questioned.

I straightened my back quickly and shook my head at him, "Oh no, my name is definitely NOT Ryder" I laughed "It's Celeste."

"Celeste." Elijah hummed in approval and I practically melted at how my name rolled off his tongue so easily.

"So, Ryder?" I coughed.

He gently took my hand that was placed in my lap and gestured for me to stand up with him, "I'm gonna be honest, I don't think there is a Ryder here Celeste." He spoke as he let go of my hand.

I knew my face held no shock whatsoever, typical mum overstepping boundaries. I looked up at Elijah as he took another drag of the cigarette slowly burning and chuckled.

"I see, I'm gonna head home the rain's becoming heavier," I smiled beginning to walk back down the concrete steps.

"You not staying for the party?" Elijah slightly yelled.

I huffed at his demanding tone and once again turned around, "I wasn't invited here nor do I know who lives here and plus I have assignments to complete." I lied. It's not that I don't want to stay, I just have a hard time getting along with people and I cannot make conversation for life of me at all unless I'm heavily drugged on alcohol or something.

He narrowed his eyes at me and scoffed while shoving his hands into his pockets, "Like I believe that, you're just scared."

He threw the finished cigarette over the decking into the garden and started walking towards the party inside, but quickly flashed me a smirk as he saw me still stood staring at his original spot as he walked away.

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