Oblivious

12 // Hard to admit

Athazagoraphobia
(n.) the fear of forgetting, being forgotten or ignored, or being replaced

-Elora-

Sniffling I trudge into form. Im feeling a lot better then I was two days ago but my nose is still running. I wanted to stay off another day but mum said two days is already a lot of time off. I disagree.

Sitting down I pause then do a double take at the fact Elijah is sitting next to me.

Glancing at the other side of the classroom I notice that Mikey the boy who normally sits next to me is now in Elijah's seat.

Elijah doesn't say anything as I stare at him. Opening my mouth to question him I stop as he slides his phone in front of me.

It's open onto the page to add a new contact.

He wants my number? I look at Elijah then back to the phone then back to Elijah again.

Nobody's ever asked for my number.

Elijah raises his eyebrow at me and taps his phone impatiently. "Put your number in."

Grinning at him I type in my number making sure to add the thumbs up emoji next to my name.

Elijah takes his phone back and pockets it before turning to face me. "You feeling better now?" Nodding my head I wipe my nose with a tissue from my pocket.

Elijah stares at me for a moment, studying me before nodding his head. "Good."

Tapping his pocket that his phones in he makes sure I'm paying attention before speaking. "Make sure to tell me if you're going to be off next time."

Crossing my arms on the desk and laying my head down I smile at Elijah. "Aww, you were worried about me."

Rolling his eyes Elijah leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest. "Not even a little bit."

Elijah tries to maintain eye contact as he speaks but he only manages to blink twice before he looks away. "Don't lie, you definitely missed me."

Turning a ring on his finger Elijah avoids eye contact all together as he stares at his hands. "Did not."

Smiling at him I turn my head into my arms and face the desk underneath me. "It's okay, I missed you too." The words don't have any trouble escaping my throat. Missing him isn't difficult to say. He's an easy person to miss.

I wish missing me wasn't so hard to admit.

❤︎

Holding the tray of chips Elijah just bought me I walk by his side towards our table. Pausing my rambling when his last name is called.

We both turn to look to see it's Robin Meeks that called Elijah. He's on the hockey team. He angles his head towards the empty seat next to him.

Elijah looks at me and then towards our table before looking back at the team who all seems to be staring at us now.

He starts walking towards them. I follow my steps faltering when I realise there's only one empty seat.

I stop walking, glancing back at our table with a sigh. I'm probably going to have to sit on my own again.

Elijah seems to notice I've stopped walking straight away and turns around to face me. Frowning as he looks at me.