Oblivious

5 // No Longer Smiling

Laconic
(adj.) saying much in few words

-Elora-

Walking into the cafeteria I watch as Elijah makes his way towards the queue, debating with myself on if I should follow him or go sit at my usual table.

I follow him. Wanting to keep talking to him because I feel like we're becoming friends. Or he's at least tolerating my presence which is still progress from him ignoring me.

Elijah glances at me with a questioning look when I stand next to him in the line. He rolls his eyes but he doesn't sigh. Progress.

I watch wordlessly as Elijah grabs some chips like he always does. He never eats them though. Which is weird.

Elijah takes a seat at his table, I'm about to do the same when he grabs my wrist and stops me. Wordlessly he kicks the chair in front of him out from under the table and flicks his head towards it.

I beam at him, happily taking a seat in the chair across from him.

Elijah tilts his head slightly as I grab my packed lunch. Setting it on the table I look at him, he sighs like he already knows I'm going to start talking. "How come you never eat?"

Elijah narrows his eyes at me, I wish I could take the words back. Maybe he doesn't like eating in front of people. Or maybe he struggles with it. What if he thinks I'm insensitive for asking? I didn't mean anything by it just that he always buys food but never eats it.

I fidget with my fingers, eyes cast down towards the table, waiting for his reply.

Pushing his tray of chips towards me Elijah leans back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. "Swap with me."

Furrowing my brows I hold up my egg mayonnaise sandwich. "You want my sandwich?"

Elijah just blinks at me in return. I hand him the sandwich.

He eyes it suspiciously before taking a bite.

He takes another which means he likes it. With a smile I dig into the chips.

I'm busy telling Elijah whatever comes to mind when a shadow is cast over the table, a paper being slammed down in front of me.

"Guess who got a mother fucking A." I squeal in surprise, holding up Ajax's text results in maths.

Turning to face him I beam at him.

Ajax is standing at the edge of our table, offering a smile of his own, his fist held out to me.

I bump it with my own.

Elijah looks between us both questionably glaring at Ajax.

"See, I told you could do it." Ajax reaches over and ruffles my hair, I slap his hand away and he laughs. "I had a good teacher that's why."

I grin up at him, he grins back. "Who are you?" Elijah questions.

Ajax gives Elijah his attention, no longer smiling, Elijah's glare stays intact.

"This is Ajax. I tutored him in maths, he's also the captain of the hockey team." Elijah's glare has turned into bored blinks. "How's the search for a new player going by the way?"

Ajax doesn't face me as he answers. "It's going okay, try outs are next week." He tilts his head at Elijah curiously. "You're Elijah right? Elijah Parker?"

Elijah goes back to glaring at Ajax, taking a visible gulp at the question.

He doesn't answer and Ajax stares at him. "Your father's that big shot-"

"You can leave now." Elijah cuts Ajax off, quite rudely, glancing at me quickly before going back to glaring at Ajax.

I look between them both questionably. Elijah's fathers who?

Ajax tilts his head again, looking Elijah up and down before glancing at me and chuckling. "See you around Parker. You should try out for the hockey team."

Ajax ruffles my hair again before walking away. "Thanks for the help in maths Owens."

Turning to Elijah who's hands are fisted on the table I smile at him. "You definitely should try out for the hockey team."

Elijah glares at me now, pushing the half eaten sandwich away from him. "No."

Leaning foreword I rest my head on my hand. "Why not? I think you'd be good at it. Not that I know anything about hockey, I've always wanted to go to a game though. You look like the type to be good at hockey, and-" Elijah cuts off my rambling, his glare somehow hardening. "I'm not joining the stupid hockey team."

"Why not?" I'm not trying to be pushy just genuinely curious. But maybe there is no big answer maybe he just doesn't like hockey.

Elijah directs his glare to the table, fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers. When I realise he's not going to answer I continue. "You don't have to if you don't want to obviously but I think you'd be good at it."

Elijah glances up at me, no longer glaring, I smile at him to which he rolls his eyes.

❤︎

Laying flat on my stomach, pumpkin spread out over my pillows, Ajax's words bouncing around my head, 'Your fathers that big shot," I decide to search Elijah up. Completely out of curiosity.

The first thing that pops up is a Wikipedia article, containing a picture of whom I'm assuming to be Elijah, though it seems to be a little outdated.

He's standing next to another guy, I'm guessing his dad, who I vaguely recognise but can't place.

Scrolling down it reads that Elijah Killian Parker is the second son of Kylan Enzo Parker, some big shot CEO.

He owns many companies around the world, half of which I've never heard of. He's been featured in a few gossip articles which is probably where I recognise him from.

It goes on the say his mom is a well known model. Used to be really popular back in the day, but has fizzled out after having 3 kids.

I still think she looks stunning.

Clicking a new link it reads that Elijah was previously enrolled into some fancy private school called Keyline Academy. Nobody knows why he left.

I of course search the school up on instagram. Finding the account is pretty easy, scrolling down a bit I find pictures of the hockey team.

Elijah standing front and centre.

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