Oblivious

13 // Our own private conversation

Abience
(n.) the strong urge to avoid someone or something

-Elora-

After having been sitting here for a good ten minutes my body has seemed to relax. They all introduced themselves and are now joking and laughing with each other.

Elijah even joins in sometimes. He hasn't fully laughed but he's chuckled a few times and joined in on the conversations.

I'm too distracted to pay attention to what they're saying. Let alone join in.

I probably look like a creep staring. But he's really pretty. The guy that called Elijah over, Robin Meeks.

I've never talked to him before, only ever really caught a few glimpses in the hall ways.

He's got the nerdy kinda look going for him. And if it wasn't for his athletic build and the fact he's on the hockey team I'd think him to be one.

Not that nerds can't be athletic and into sports I just mean like the stereotypical nerd look.

The soft brown hair that curls in all the right places. Wide goofy smiles accompanied with dimples and light grey eyes. The round glasses that look a size to big and keep slipping down his nose.

He's nice too. Has asked me a few questions about myself, never pushed for answers. Invited me into conversations.

He's like perfect. But obviously not because nobody's perfect. But close enough I think.

He's nice and handsome what more could a person want?

"Why are you staring?" My head snaps towards Elijah, cheeks heating at the fact I've been caught. Elijah's eyes are narrowed, turning into a glare when he glances at Robin.

He's got his head angled towards me again, noses touching so it's only us that can hear. Our own private conversation.

"What?" Biting my bottom lip I cross my fingers behind my back and pray he doesn't know what I was staring at, that he thinks I was just staring into space.

"At Meeks. Why are you staring at Meeks?" Elijah's knees starts to bounce faster, I can feel it brushing up against my thigh.

My cheeks heat all over again at the fact that he knows, glancing at Robin he catches my eye and smiles before turning to Nils. Turning back to Elijah I don't bother to deny it. "Because he's pretty."

Elijah's glare deepens and I advert my eyes to my lap afraid I might actually explode from the intensity of it.

I watch as he turns to face Robin, looking him up and down, accessing him, before turning back to me, a frown on his face.

Elijah pulls my chair closer and angles his head again this time a little closer, so closer I can feel his breath against my lips as he talks. "Prettier than me?"

My eyes widen in surprise, my mouth parting slightly. Elijah doesn't seem fazed by the question, doesn't break eye contact either. His glare seems to harden with every moment that I don't answer though.

"Everyone's pretty in their own way." Elijah's fist clenches at my answer and he places his hand onto his knee to slow down the bouncing.

"I didn't ask if either of us was ugly Elora, I asked if you think he's prettier then me." Elijah continues to stare at me as I try to form an answer in my mind.

What am I supposed to say? I think everyone's pretty in their own way and it's not necessarily fair to compare two people when they have such different features.