Oblivious

50 // Single atom

Orphic
(adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding

-Elijah-

I press my elbow onto the table, leaning my head on my hand as I admire the girl opposite me.

She's so pretty, so entirely mesmerising, even when she's doing something as simple as eating a slice of pizza. She manages to capture my attention no matter what's she doing.

"I wanna tell you something." I whisper, a little scared. Elora flicks her eyes up to meet mine, smiles before she going back to focusing her attention on the food in front of us. "Okay."

Leaning back in my seat, arms crossed against my chest, I make sure nobody is close enough to ease drop, feeling uncomfortable with how vulnerable I'm going to make myself.

But I remind myself that it's Elora sitting opposite me. My Daze. And there's nobody else in the world I'm more comfortable with. I just don't want other people, strangers to overhear and judge.

Tilting my head down to face the floor, I tug at my curls before dropping my hands and letting them dangle in between my spread legs as I try to come up with the best wording for what I'm about to tell her.

"I was cheated on." I decide to just go for it, knowing Elora's not going to care how it sounds. And knowing I need to be fully honest with her. For her to know that what I said had nothing to do with her and everything to do with me.

"What?" Daze drops her slice of pizza, leans forward, giving me her undivided attention.

I bring a hand up to the base of my neck, tug at the hairs, tilt my head slightly to meet her eyes, feeling more relaxed when she smiles. "At my last school, I had a girlfriend, Elletta."

Elora leans back in her seat in an attempt to distance herself from me. She frowns and something passes over her pretty features. It has my stomach warming and my tongue pocking into my cheek to hide my growing smile.

She's jealous.

She doesn't have to be. She's got nothing to worry about. I'm completely and utterly hers. At her mercy. There's not a single atom of my body that isn't completely devoted to her.

"I um..." I clear my throat, going back to telling the story. "I walked in on her straddling my best friend's lap, both of them more handsy than they should've been."

Tilting my head I avoid her hardening stare, looking somewhere in the distance behind her. My knee starts to bounce and I'm not able to stop it. My stomach has fallen, just thinking of the memory making me want to throw up.

"Neither of them noticed me for a few moments and when they did they didn't bother to pull apart. He smirked at me, continuing to touch her in places only I should've touched. She had the decency to look embarrassed, but she didn't stop him either." My throat begins to close but I push through the forming lump, needing to finish the story now that I've started. "She claimed it was my fault. Said that she had needs that needing fulfilling and I wouldn't sleep with her."

I'm glad I never slept with her now. I was going to until she decided to start fucking my best friend. And it hurt at the time, it really fucking hurt, but in hindsight I'm glad that it happened. Because if she didn't cheat I would've given her my virginity and I wouldn't have moved schools. I wouldn't have meet my Elora.

I'd go through it all a thousand times if it means in the end I get to meet Daze.

Elora reaches across the table, takes both my hands in hers, squeezes, causing me to look up and notice the tears in her eyes.