Oblivious

14 // Little heart

Kalon
(n.) beauty that is more than skin-deep

-Elijah-

We haven't even made it to the end of the road when Elora stops suddenly, spinning around to face me.

"Are you allergic to cats?" Elora's eyebrows are furrowed and she's got her head tilted to the side as she waits for my reply.

"No." Elora nods her head and sighs in relief. "You got a cat?"

Her whole face lights up at the questions and she nods her head eagerly. Looks a little like a bobble head. The corner of my lips threaten to break into a smile, I force them down. "Yeah, he's ginger and his names pumpkin."

Elora's still smiling when she answers the question, looking very proud of herself for naming a ginger cat pumpkin.

"How far aways your house?" I ask as I glance over her shoulder at the road ahead.

Elora frowns slightly as she bites the inside of her cheek, a worried short of look on her face. "20 minutes."

Nodding my head I look towards the sky. Noticing the dark clouds and how it look like it's going to start pissing down any second now. "Come on I'll drive."

I take 3 strides towards the direction of my car before Elora is at my side again. Her eyebrows pulled together in thought. "You have a car?"

Looking at her weirdly I pull out the keys from my bag. "Of course I have a car Elora, I drove you home from the grocery store remember?"

"Yeah but I thought it was your parents car."

"No, it's my car." We make it to my car and I'm in the drivers seat before she even opens the passenger door. Only once she's in and buckled up do I start driving.

Elora's eye are wondering all over the interior of the car, assessing it before it starts raining and then she's staring out the window like the world is magical.

Glancing away from the road and towards her I watch as she blows on the window, waits for it to fog up before drawing a little heart.

I've thought it way to many times now, and I'll never have the guts to admit it out loud. But she truly is beautiful.

Especially in moments like this. When she's not caring who's looking. When she gets so wrapped up in life and dives head first into the little things like it raining. Or drawing hearts on the window. Or talking about a cat.

Or when she's looking at me like I'm the best person she's ever seen.

She's only done it twice but dear God has it left me breathless each time. The first time was when she said I was pretty. The second time was today when she sat next to me at lunch.

Before I got mad.

I had no right to be mad, I know that. And I don't even know if it was actually anger that I was feeling. I just know it was something hard. And rough. And sharp. And it clawed at my insides when I caught her looking at him the way she looks at me.

I don't like it. The way my stomach churned and I felt like throwing up my guts. But she finds me prettier and that's all that matters.