I love you!

Chapter 2

Elliot. It's a name that rolls of the tongue properly and in such a satisfying way, at least that's what I think. And I think that the name suits him perfectly. It's elegant, proper and short.

Now I know many of you may think that I'm obsessed and I can't love someone who I just met. Some may even call me naïve. Now that's a lie! I'm not obsessed, it's just that when he talked to me at the café around the corner, I felt something I hadn't felt in years: love?

The way he laughs, smiles and talks to me in such an endearing way, it makes my heart flutter and jump around. The way he runs his gorgeous hands through his sandy blond hair, and his green eyes shimmer beautifully in the sunlight. I squeal with love (maybe) as I collapse onto my bed.

It's been a couple of hours since Elliot and I parted from the café, both with each other's phone numbers and a peaceful soul. Well not really, he almost tripped on a dog while running to an urgent meeting that he could've missed. So much for having lots of time to spare.

Anyway, I'm waiting for the phone call that will change my entire situation. The phone call from someone who is almost as special as Elliot could become to be. I'm waiting for fateful phone call that fills me up with happiness every day.

My phone buzzed. A name popped up. The tunes of Brooklyn Blood Pop echoed in my room. Finally. Suze, otherwise known as 'little bitch' on my phone, had finally called.

As the daughter of this random rich asshole, everything was handed to her for free, so naturally, an easy space for a well-earning job came with the daughter-of-rich-asshole package. What's even more infuriating is that she doesn't even have to do that much work! All she does (or tries to) is call me and waffle to me about gossip about celebrities etc. etc. However, the fact that I'm jealous about her free passes to everything doesn't mean I won't enjoy a little gossip.

"Oh hey Suze" I call down the phone.

"Sup Orphee. Just felt like calling you, y'know like I didn't try to call you 10 times and you never picked up." she draws from the other end.

"Suzannah, I was busy drinking my latte with a cute boy, can't you just leave me alone." I joke with her.

"Orphelia, you haven't told me about any cute boy recently, and you tell me everything. Please don't tell me you just hooked up with some random bo-"

"Suzie!" I cut her off. I'm not sure whether I'm embarrassed or angry. There are two things that she said that are true: I tell her everything and I'm not good with boys. I suppose that's why I jumped at the chance of an opportunity with Elliot.

"Sorry, Suze, I'm just a bit embarrassed that you know more about me than I know about myself. It's just that sometimes I feel like I need a bit more freedom. You're more overprotective than my adoptive mum, and we both know that she was the next level of crazy" I mutter.

There was an awkward moment of silence. My adoptive parents weren't as bad as my birth mum, but they weren't any better either.

"Um Suze?"

"I'm sorry Orphee, my dad is calling now, and you know that he only calls when it's urgent. Bye."

"Wait Suzie-" I called. The line cut dead. The mugshot that I managed to get of her when we were in university lingered on my phone screen before turning black to lock. Damn it. Why do I have to ruin everything.

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It's been 1 hour after Suze hung up on me, and I've been using that time incredibly usefully: crying my heart out and snacking on chocolates that I was supposed to give to Suze. I know that she's mad at me and that she's avoiding talking to me on purpose.

My phone pinged.Sobbing, I pick up my phone. It was Elliot. Jeez, it's almost like he knows when I need someone.Elliot: Hello, I just finished the meeting. It was so boring I probably could've fallen asleep.I giggled. It must have been boring if it lasted over 2 hours. Even I don't think I would be able to last 2 hours in a meeting that talks about nothing interesting, and I'm supposed the literal physical representation of patient.Orphelia: Awww man, that must have sucked. We can always talk if you want to ;)Shit. Shit shit shit. Wrong face. I meant to do the smiley face, not the winking faceOrphelia: Shit, I meant :)Elliot: hahaha. I don't mind either face don't worry ;)I glanced at my phone surprised. Most people were critical over the fact that I swear. I mean, look at me: a dumb adult-girl-child person with a trash childhood and mental issues. There's no way that she would swear! Well, news flash, I have more of a right to fucking swear, you cunts! Sorry, had to get that out of the system.Elliot: Wanna get another coffee? I think I need another one to wake me up.I giggled again. Sometimes, I think my change in personality surprises me: I'm sad one moment, and the next I'm elated.Orphelia: I mean, sure. I have nothing better to do.My phone buzzed. It was Suze.Little bitch: Hey, um I'm sorry about that. It's just that I didn't like being compared to your parents, and we know that they weren't nice at all. Wanna talk?I ignored her message. I just need a little bit more time before responding to her.