Trouble Makers

I don't like your girlfriend

I wake up face to face with Eli. My head is pounding and I feel nauseous. I don't remember most of last night. But I remember him and Moon. Kissing. I can't look at him, I'm fuming at him. Who is he to embarrass me like that and call me a whore in front of everyone? I pull the duvet off of me and climb out of the bed and sit on the edge. I realise I'm wearing a shirt. A shirt that was way to big for me, it was just reaching my knees. It must be Eli's. I look at the time. 5:36am. Ugh. We have school soon and I really can't be bothered. My head falls into my hands.

Eli sits up and puts his hand on my arm. "How you feeling?" He says with a sleepy voice.

I push his arm away and stand up. "Get the fuck of me." I wrap my arms around my waist covering myself.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I don't know, I guess its the first time the whore in me isn't talking." I chuckle. I don't find it funny.

Eli groans. "I'm sorry Y/n. I had a few drinks. I shouldn't have said that."

"Uh huh." I nod. "Why am I wearing this?"

He sitting up in the bed now and I'm standing as far away from him as I can without being outside of the room.

"You threw up all over your dress."

I roll my eyes at him "Where are your shorts?"

He moves back so he can lean on the headboard. "Middle drawer."

I turn around and face the drawers behind me. I open the middle drawer and pick up the first black shorts I see. I step into them and pull them up as Eli gets out of bed. Wearing only his boxers. He stands in front of me looking into my eyes. He's amused and I don't know why.

He clears his throat. "Uhm Y/n? They're my boxers."

I instantly pull them off leaving me back in my underwear and his shirt. I pick up the boxers and throw them in his face. I start walking away and I'm walking down the stairs. I hear something fall and I sneak a look back into his room. He's just fallen over trying to put on some grey joggers. I take a moment to laugh and carry on walking then slam the front door behind me as I leave. I don't even bother getting my heels. I'm walking barefoot down the street and practically naked other than a lousy shirt. Luckily my house is only fifteen minutes away from Eli's.

I hear footsteps closing in from behind me. But the stop at least two meters behind me. Its Eli, wearing his grey joggers and nothing on his top. This is the first time I've seen him shirtless since he became Hawk. Now over his heart he's got a tattoo. Its a small heart just the outline and nothing inside. Like an empty heart. His chest is moving fast from running to catch up with me. In my haste I had walked very far.

"Look I know you hate me right now." He breathes. "But just put these on and let me drive you home." He states. He hands me a pair of his shorts and steps back again.

I take the shorts and pull them on immediately feeling a lot more comfortable. "Your not driving me home, I don't want to talk to you." He just nods. I start walking away bit he grabs my arm and spins me back to face him.

"Just text me when your back home. Even if its something like 'I'm home dickhead' Anything."

I just nod and walk away. I don't hear footsteps walking in the other direction. He's watching me walk away. I finally round a corner. By now my house is only a road over. I pick up my pace and get to my door as soon as I can. I open the door quietly and sneak upstairs, careful not to wake dad. He had a late shift last night and must be exhausted. I sigh and walk up to my room. I pull out my phone and text Eli.

Me: Oi Roadkill, I'm home.

I then go pick out some clothes for school.

*This is the outfit I'm imaging but feel free to imagine your own!*

I walk into school and I instantly wish I hadn't. I see Eli and walking up to him, is Moon. And then now they're kissing. I roll my eyes I'm so done with him.

As I walk past I'm careful to barge Moon's shoulder. But as she goes to turn around I'm still walking away.

I walk around school to meet Demetri and Miguel. I see Demetri first and I hug him. I forgot how tall he is. He smiles at me. "Morning."

"Morning Demi." That's his nickname I made for him when I was younger and it just stuck. I used to always call Eli, Eels like the fishes. But I haven't used it in a while. I doubt I'll be needing it anymore.

Suddenly there's a crash behind me. Eli's standing there after hitting a kids food tray on the floor. (The school introduced this where they serve breakfast for kids who don't have time to get it at home or can't afford it). The kids shaking, he looks terrified. Now Eli's a bully?

I walk up to the kid and turn him to face me. I kneel down slightly to get to his height. "Hey, I'm y/n. You okay?" He nods quickly. "I'm gonna take you to get new breakfast okay?"

"No it's okay." The boy says.

"No c'mon we're going." I smile. I put my hand on his shoulder and walk him over to where the food in the cafeteria is being served for breakfast. I buy him lunch and sit down with him. "I'm so sorry about him."

"It's okay." He smiles up at me while finishing his breakfast.

"I'll talk to him."

"You know him?" He asks me.

"I used to." I look at him with a sad smile. He suddenly moves his hand to mine and rubs it. It's a small but comforting gesture. But it's done as quickly as it started. And his hand is back in his food. I blink at him. "You never told me your name."

"My names Kenny." He smiles.