Oblivious

8 // Ugly crier

Discombobulated
(adj.) emotionally confused or uncertain

-Elora-

I quicken my steps when Elijah calls for me. Hoping to get away fast enough.

I don't want to talk to him right now. Not when he just flirted with the one person he knows I don't like.

Tears make their into my eyes when I remember the way he tucked her hair behind her ear.

I couldn't hear their conversation but the smiles she was giving him and the way he was acting anyone would be able to tell they were flirting.

Why?

Why did he have to go and flirt with the person he knows I don't like?

I'm I that bad of a friend? Or is he that shitty of a person?

I can't keep them in any more, the tears spill down my cheeks, dropping onto the notebook in my hand.

I stop when a hand grasps my wrist softly. I know it's Elijah from how warm the hand is.

Taking multiple different turns and walking as fast I could didn't seem to be affective.

The halls are mostly empty now, everyone either outside or in the canteen. There's a few people around but they aren't paying attention to us.

Elijah turns me around frowning when he sees my tears. "Fucks your problem?" A sob escapes me, my tears falling harder. He can't even look at me, see I'm crying and be nice about it.

I shake my head at him, removing my wrist from his grasp. "Go away Elijah."

He stands staring at me, frown deepening. I turn around to walk away but he's too quick and is front of me in a second, blocking my path.

"Seriously what's wrong with you?" I laugh even though it's not funny. "What's wrong with me?"

He narrows his eyes at me and I take a step back. "Seriously? You're asking what's wrong with me? You literally just flirted with the one person you know I don't like and you think there's something wrong with me?" My voice raises at the end slightly and the people in the hall turn to look at us.

Elijah glares at them before glaring at me. "Flirting? I wasn't flirting with her." Elijah's tone matches mine, hard and rough but his holds a little bit of disgust.

I throw my hand up at my sides. "So you tuck everyone's hair behind their ears then? Stand extra close, cage them in?"

Elijah throws his head back towards the ceiling with a small groan, his Adams apple bobs. "Okay so maybe it looked like I was flirting with her but I just wanted to know what happened."

"You could've asked me." Elijah looks at me and rolls his eyes, scoffing. "I did ask you. You said you didn't want to talk about it."

I drop my stare to his feet. Hating him seeing me cry because it makes me feel weak. Maybe he did ask me, that's besides the point. "You didn't need to go and ask her. You didn't need to flirt with her to get the answer."

Locking eyes with him I see that he's breathing heavy but he isn't glaring anymore. "Why couldn't you just accept my answer? Why'd you need to push?" I shrug at him, he bites the inside of his cheek.

He takes a step towards me. I step back towards the lockers. He steps foreword again and my back hits them. "Sorry, okay?"

Rolling my eyes at his shit attempt at an apology, his jaw clenches. "That's a shitty apology."

Elijah's lip curl slightly at the corners. "I know."

I turn my head away from him, not wanting him to stare at me when I know my eyes are all red and puffy. "I really am sorry Elora."

I don't turn to face him, biting the inside of my cheek. "Okay."

Elijah furrow his brows. Tilting his head. "Okay? Like okay your not mad anymore or okay fuck off?" His tone is soft but I don't meet his eyes.

"Just okay." Elijah nods his head softly. I make eye contact with Ajax who's standing at the end of the hall with a few people I recognise from the hockey team.

He narrows his eyes at me, glancing between me and Elijah quickly before making his way over.

"You okay Owens?" Ajax stands next to Elijah, his eye brows furrowed. Elijah turns to look at him, narrowing his eyes at him slightly.

Elijah comes to stand next to me, leaning back against the lockers, our shoulder slightly brushing against each other. "She's fine."

"I wasn't asking you." Ajax keeps his stare on me, his face concerned. Elijah rolls his eyes.

I try and smile at Ajax hoping he ignores what an ugly crier I am. "I'm okay."

He nods at me, eyebrows furrowing. He glances me up and down quickly, accessing me, before nodding to himself, lips tight. "Come see me if you need anything, yeah?" He glances towards Elijah as he speaks. Glaring slightly

I nod at him, properly smiling this time. He smiles back before walking back to his friends.

Elijah glares after him but his lips twitch at the corners.

Elijah shrugs his shoulder before taking a seat on the floor, one leg spread one bent at the knee. He looks up at me expectedly.

Sliding down the lockers I join him on the floor, bending my knees and wrapping my arms around them.

Turing to face Elijah I find his eyes already on me. "What she tell you?"

He frowns, his jaw clenching. "Said it was only a joke and you overreacted." I nod my head frowning too. "Did she tell you what happened?"

Elijah bites the inside of his cheek. He pulls his other knee up and wraps his arms around them too. His hands fisted. "Convinced you to go skinny dipping and they nicked your clothes and ran."

My frown deepens as I look away, breaking eye contact. "Did she tell you the guy I was on a date with was in on it?" Elijah nods. "Did she tell you she made out with him in front of me?"

Elijah frowns and shakes his head. I nod my own head to myself already knowing she left that part out.

"Did she tell you he practically forced me to strip." Elijah glares at the floor in front of himself, shaking his head again. Figured she left that out too.

"Who?" Turing to Elijah I furrow my brows at him. "Who is he?" Elijah's tone is hard and rough and sharp. Angry.

Shrugging my shoulder at him I try and smile. "He changed schools last year." Elijah directs his glare at me. "That's not what I asked."

I turn away from his glare. Untying my laces and retrying them. "Nate Thomas."

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