Dark Woods Academy

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“Who are you Elliott?” I asked.

“You know who I am, Ace,” he said his tone softer and yet I couldn’t meet his eyes. His gaze was penetrating, seeming to see through me and it made me want to hide.

“You need to remember, Ace,” he said again pressing a palm onto the bed in the space between us. He edged his pinky finger closer to me and I shrank back. Afraid to be close to him.

“Honestly, I don’t remember you, Elliott,” I said shaking my head.

I could feel the disappointment in the air I didn’t have to look at his face to tell. It was a weight in the atmosphere.

“When last you spoke to your dad?” he asked.

“My dad?” I repeated a little shocked at the change in topic.

“He rarely has time to talk, he lives for his job,” I said shrugging feeling as if he had just rubbed over a sore spot.

“How do you know my parents?” I asked looking back at him. His gaze fell and he remained silent looking as if he didn’t know how to formulate words to me.

“Come on you said we needed to talk and I already told you I don’t know who you are,” I said slightly annoyed and impatient.

“How are you so good with my mom though?” I asked thinking of how he had a number to get in touch with her and I didn’t.

“Wait...” I said shaking my head as something dawned on me.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I said raising my voice.

“Elliott how...why...” I couldn’t formulate words, I was speechless.

“What? Ace?” he asked alarmed by my tone.

“You’re with my mom, arent you?” I asked shaking my head and rising from the bed.

“What?” he asked looking confused.

“What the hell Elliott!” I went off on a rant.

“You’re a lawyer and you did her kid a favor,” I said as he stood up his palms up looking as if he was innocent.

“God, are you sleeping with my mom?” I asked pissed.

“What?” he asked shocked.

“God no,” he said.

I stepped forward poking a finger at his chest unafraid of him.

“That's disgusting,” I said angrily.

“You’re like what twenty-five, thirty?” I asked shaking my head.

He grabbed my hand and the finger that was pointing at his chest and he pulled me to him locking his arms on my forearms to bring me closer.

“Ace, I . Am. Not. With. Your. Mom.” he said pausing between each word like it was a separate sentence to put emphasis on what he was saying.

“So then how do you have her number and I don’t, huh?” I asked. Looking up into his green eyes that were framed by thick lashes making them stand out more I couldn’t help but notice him. His scent, his emerald eyes, his sharp chiseled jawline that reminded me of a superhero’s and the warmth of his hands.

“I have an oath Ace, I can’t reveal my identity,” he said looking down at me. He was tall, six feet of pure muscle and I had ever noticed it as much as I did in that moment, standing so close to him.