Oblivious

7 // Sadistic smile

Quidnunc
(n.) a person who interferes in others affairs

-Elijah-

Elora calls for me once but falls quiet when the girl turns in her direction. I don't have to turn to face her to know she's shrunk again.

I move to the right a little, coming to a stop in front of the girl, blocking her view from Elora.

She eyes me up and down quickly the glare she was directing at Elora fading and turning into a smile.

She leans her hip against the shelf and I smirk down at her. "Hey."

Still smirking slightly I also lean against the shelf, arms crossed, leaning in slightly. "Hey."

"I'm Elijah." Her chews her gum again and I grind my teeth. "Leighella."

Leaning closer again I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Pretty." She smirks at me before narrowing her eyes. "You're Elora's friend right?"

"You know Elora?" She rolls her eyes at the mention. My jaw clenches.

"We used to be friends I guess." She shrugs one shoulder, inspecting her freshly painted nails like this conversation is boring her.

Moving slightly I place one hand onto the book case by her head, caging her in. She starts to pay attention again, her mouth slightly parted.

"You're not friends anymore?" Raising an eyebrow at her I place my other hand onto the shelf as-well this time by her waist. Close enough so she can feel the heat of my skin without actually touching her.

She frowns. "She didn't tell you?" I dip my head a little. "We don't talk that much."

She nods her head at me with a smile. "She's such a crybaby, you know?" She rolls her eyes again, still chewing her gum. My hand next to her head clenches into a fist.

What the fuck did she do to Elora for her to cry?

She obviously doesn't notice the anger radiating off me because she carries on. "It was only a joke she didn't need to get all offended."

I narrow my eyes slightly, she doesn't notice. "What was a joke?" She brings her hand up and places it on my chest. I stop myself from physically recoiling.

"A few friends and me decided it would be funny to mess with her a bit. She liked this guy in our group so he asked her out and made plans for a date." My fist clenched tighter. My breathe quickening. "They went for food together and at the end of the night he convinced her to go skinny dipping down at the pier, apparently she was really against it but he somehow managed to get her to join."

My eyes close, jaw clenched as I think of all the ways he might have used to convince her. "Anyways me and the rest of the guys turned up while she was in the water. We stole her clothes, left her stranded."

I open my eyes, glaring daggers at the girl in front of me. Moving away from her in a quick second, feeling physically repulsed.

She frowns confused. As though what she said is okay. It's not. Especially when done to Elora.

My hand stays fisted at my side, jaw clenched so tight I'm actually afraid it might brake. "Let me get this straight."

I hold up a finger when she opens her mouth to talk. "You left her stranded alone, naked, in public after playing with her feelings?"

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. "Well when you say it like that it sounds bad."

I can't stop myself. My fist makes contact with the bookshelf next to her head. She flinches and a sadistic smile makes it's way onto my face.

I'm not a violent guy. And I actively hate the thought of a person, especially a woman being afraid of me. But right now, I think I could be violent if pushed hard enough.

My hands itch to strangle her. I step away from her, still glaring. She shrinks in on herself similar to the way Elora did not so long ago. "Stay the fuck away from her you sadistic bitch."

I turn around only to stop when I see Elora isn't still sitting at the table. Fuck.

Narrowing my eyes at the empty table I take a moment to breath before pushing open the library doors and making my way into the corridor.

I spot Elora at the end of the hallway, her shoulder slumped as she hurriedly walks away.

The bell rings signalling the start of lunch. I groan when the corridor becomes full of students partially blocking my view of Elora's retreating back.

Calling after her, I try and push my way through the throng of people, glaring and pushing the ones that don't move.

Elora stills before walking faster. Ignoring me.

Fuck.

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