The Hunted

Chapter 2 ~ Elexis

I felt my self burn up, even just at the thought of that O'Brien guy. His eyes, touch of his hands and smile make me blush... I couldn't, oh no.... no no no... Him.. Crush? Me? Him? It's been one day Elexis I told myself, you couldn't possibly.

I couldn't lie to myself, I knew I liked him and I loved it. The way he made me feel, helping me find my locker and my classes, his bubbly personality and shitty but hilarious jokes, I can't deny it, I was sad the school day was over.

Mum questioned why I was so happy... I don't think I have been this jumpy since we moved here. "Elexis come back down here," she shot out as I quickly tried to avoid any human contact. "Elexis Jade Riddle, come here, whether you sneak along the wall, tip toe up the stairs and hide around the corner like a possum.. I will notice," she protested until I finally gave in, I wanted stalk the hell out of this Dylan guy straight away. I joined her on the leather couch.

She questioned me as I stared blankly in the wall thinking of things I need to find out about him, does he have Facebook, Instagram, Twitter perhaps snapchat, the thought of him already having a girl friend hit me hard, I was was already jealous and I wasn't even sure if had one yet.

"Hey, is my daughter in there?" I noticed this annoying sound, kinda a like a clicking noise. Then I realised, it actually was a clicking noise, it was my mums hands madly flapping and clicking right in front of me, apparently I really was that distracted I didn't notice until now.

"Ok, mum fine," I rolled my eyes to the floor, "I met a friend."

Mum paused and looked me right in the eye, "a guy friend?" She stood up and paced the floor, she already knew the answer to that just by the smirk face I wore. "You know how I feel about boys at your age, are you serious? Already? On the first day?"

I stood up, "mum I'm like 16 this year, he's a nice guy," I shrugged my shoulders, "and besides if it wasn't for him I would have probs still be looking for my damn locker."

The conversation ended with me storming up to my bedroom. It always ends this way, the whole 'you never trust me with anything' kinda dance up to my room. My fingers curled around the cold metal knob and turned, I walked in slamming the Dodd behind me. I ran over to my bed as my eyes heated up. I lay flat on my belly thinking about my father - he is the reason why mum is so protective.

Not entirely bothering to shower I slipped a tank top and loose sweater pants on, excited for tomorrow, I fell asleep with Dylan on my mind.