Oblivious

6 // Caught off guard

Wonderwall
(adj.) somebody you find yourself thinking about constantly, a person you are completely infatuated with

-Elijah-

Sitting in form I deeply regret my decision to leave the house early.

Elora's not here yet. Not that I could listen to her talk anyways, she sits on the other side of the classroom.

The girl next to me keeps talking, which isn't helping my growing headache.

I turn to look at her, obviously flat out ignoring her didn't pass the hint across.

I vaguely recognise her. It's the girl Elora was talking about the other day. The one that joined her in gym and asked to introduce us.

Elora said she was pretty. She lied.

Not that my opinion is valid. I don't particularly think anyone looks pretty.

She doesn't look ugly per say. She just looks boring and ordinary and like everyone else in the classroom.

My attention is turned to the door when Elora walks in 20 minutes late like always.

My eyes follow her as she walks. There's just something about her that draws attention.

She smiles at me and I nod, watching as she takes her seat in the back, next to some guy I don't know the name of.

The girl next to me continues rambling, something about sitting together at lunch. I try to continue ignoring her but Elora's giggles fill my ears and I snap. "Shut the fuck up."

The girl, who's name I can't remember, looks at me, cheeks red in embarrassment. She's finally quiet, the whole class is actually.

Turning to the front I slump in my seat, trying to rid myself of the attention.

Not meaning to I glance at Elora. She's got her eyebrows furrowed together, a frown on her face as she looks at the girl next to me. Probably feeling sorry for her.

Catching my eye she smiles, not as bright as the one earlier. I narrow my eyes at her and she turns away, towards the guy next to her who has continued talking.

Leaning my head on my desk, I close my eyes. Massively regretting not skipping form.

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It's fourth lesson now and I'm supposed to be in Gym but instead I find myself skipping and on the way to the library, where I know Elora goes when she has a free period.

It's exactly where I find her. In the back corner, her legs crossed on her chair as she leans over the table.

Taking the seat next to her, she finishes writing down whatever it is that she's writing before turning to me and smiling. "Elijah, aren't you supposed to be in gym?"

She furrows her brows, checking the time on her phone before facing me again. Blinking at her I lean my head on the desk. "Skipped."

She frowns before turning back to her work and coping down notes again. I watch her for a moment, her tongue pocking her cheek as she concentrates.

"What you working on?" Elora turns to face me, blinking a few times as if she's trying to understand the fact that I did infact ask her a question, before smiling brightly. "Science."

Elora frowns again before glancing at her notes quickly. "Not very good at it though."

Sitting up I lean over to see what exactly it is that she's working on. Maybe I lean a little to close because I can feel every breath she takes against my cheek. I ignore it.

I can also feel her eyes on me instead of the work. I ignore that too.

It's silent as I read through what she's wrote. Most of it not making any sort of sense. I don't know why I even bothered looking I'm shit at science myself.

"You know you're really pretty?" I turn to face her, caught off guard. Gulping when I realise how close we actually are.

Close enough that I can see the specks of gold in her brown eyes. The hardly even there layer of freckles she's got on her nose and cheekbones. The type of freckles that probably only come out in the summer. The crinkle lines at the corner of her eyes that indicate she smiles a lot.

She gulps too, my eyes follow the movement, noticing the way her chest is rising and falling more rapidly.

I blink rapidly at her breaking out of whatever weird trance I've been put in. Turning back to the work I try and focus on that instead and not on the way her knee has brushed against mine.

"Yeah I know." Clearing my throat I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She's blushing slightly, biting her bottom lip. My eye follow the movement for a split second before I get ahold of myself again.

I lean away from her, watching as she brings her knees up onto the chair and hugs her arms round them. "You can't figure it out either?"

Shaking my head I shrug at her slightly. "Shit at science."

Elora giggles quietly, my knee stops bouncing. Something to the right of me catches her eye and she freezes.

Her smile falls, her eyes widening slightly before she brings her legs back to the floor as she leans over the desk again. Almost like she's trying to make herself small and invisible. Like she's turning in on herself.

My stomach turns and I don't like the way it's making me feel.

Turning to the right I eye the girl standing there. She's a few steps away, looking for a book on one of the bookshelves.

Shes got choppy short brown hair, her bag slung over one shoulder. From this angle I can't see her face but I already know I don't like her.

Maybe it's because she's standing in a way that demands attention. Maybe it's the way she's chewing on her gum extra loudly. It could be a multitude of things but I know, despite how much I hate to admit it, I know it's because of Elora's reaction to her.

Shifting my chair closer to her I lean over again. "You don't like her?" Her eyes find mine before she looks at the girl again, biting her bottom lip and frowning.

She shakes her head softly and thats the only answer I get.

I lean closer somehow, my breath fanning her face as she avoids my gaze. "Why not?"

She doesn't look at me but her pencil stills. "I don't want to talk about it." I nod my head at her, eyes narrowed. "Okay."

She turns to look at me, probably surprised I gave up that easy, but I'm already out of my seat, making my way over to the girl.

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