╰┈➤ elijah mintz (oc) x reader
❝ gross, my pillows smell like your cologne. ❞
❝ and that's a bad thing? ❞
☄. *. ⋆ in which {name}'s college life is constantly interrupted by the antics of elijah mintz.
or,
☄. *. ⋆ in which elijah mintz gets emotiona...
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what did you really know about elijah mintz?
he was certainly one of the guys of all time, probably not for the right reasons though. a teenaged dirtbag, a highschool menace– that's how you saw him.
but he had layers to him, or at least, people liked to think so.
he, at surface level, was your nuclear white guy with black hair and blue eyes, a bit too tall to be practical (seriously, 6'3, what were they feeding him?). then you'd look closer, and notice that his hair appeared more of a darkly russet brown in sunlight, and his cobalt eyes had a glitter of mischief...then mouths would be connected.
well, that was a universal experience that had spared you, surprisingly.
elijah mintz was a walking cliche.
always dressed in dark clothing with his battered leather jacket, on any basketball team for the county he could be part of, and playing with hearts like ipad kids played among us– not particularly something to flex, but he did so anyways. he was attractive, though not in a blond jock sort of way, more like a scrawny movie star that picked up an ounce of muscle for a role, or a tiktok fuckboy.
there were the more interesting things as well, of course. for one, he worked at his uncle's local ice cream shop, retro n' cream, rather than where you thought he should be working, at hot topic. because it'd fit his aesthetic more, no? the nobel notion of having a part time job in some form of retail was slightly dampened by the fact that that his family was literally balling. they lived on the luxury end of your town, and for every day you could remember back in highschool, you could see him and his twin brother getting picked up in an old rolls royce, polished to perfection so every silver rim shone as bright as elijah's smile.
picked up after school of course, because you were hardly ever ushered onto campus early enough to see them get dropped– you had cut the attendance call as fine as it could be cut so often it was almost admirable.
another interesting detail about elijah happened to be ashby. ashby mintz, or as you knew him, 'the nicer one'. it was concerning that one of the more positive aspects of elijah was literally just his twin brother, a whole ass other person.
if elijah was a cigarette, ashby would be a crackling campfire. they were identical to the last freckle, the same sharp noses tilted slightly upwards at the tips, the same gorgeous lashes, and the same little wrinkles of the nose when they were annoyed– then you'd tip your eyes up slightly, to the polar contrasts of their hair. a dark mess, verses a golden retriever blond.
ashby was your best friend, for obvious reasons.
elijah wasn't, for obvious reasons.
even now, in college, it still evaded you as to why elijah was so popular. you had always lived in a smaller town, where everyone knew everyone, and no one really had any desire to leave; so it was only expected that college was something that didn't offer the respite that it would have anywhere else.
the same friends, the same sights, the same old grudges.
elijah mintz was a dickhead.
he had a swagger, was overconfident, and probably had a god complex; if he didn't then it was probably something akin to the sigma male grindset, though he'd never be caught dead referring to himself as such. the people he surrounded himself with did not share such chastity– vince ackerly would probably end up being the type to start a misogynistic podcast if life went south.
the thing is, elijah was never really a bully; he preferred to follow the mantra of manipulate, mansplain, manwhore, along with an unhealthy dose of apathy (not always in that order). if he didn't think you were worth his attention, you practically didn't exist.
for those who did steal his attention though, it was always short lived. think of it like a firework, its pretty to look at, but doesn't last long, and in reality, is literally just a fire in the making. by senior year, ashby himself had coined the term 'getting elijah'd', which was just a cute way of saying that someone was about to get their heart absolutely stampeded by this man. and then go back for seconds, because humans are codependent bastards.
it was hard to find a single conventionally attractive girl that had not circulated his roster at least once, and they all seemed to be one in the same. it was clear to everyone that he had a type.
your history with elijah was...less brief than one would hope. first, there was him stealing your crayons in preschool. then there was him stealing your best friend. that was followed by him stealing another best friend of yours (she was a bitch anyways); and then the cherry on top, the sophomore dance incident.
no one talked about that.
but now you were going to college! exciting, right? one step closer to being an adult, and having to deal with life problems, like taxes, and actually learning how to cook. everything was slowly changing, your style, your social media aesthetic, your hopes and aspirations– nothing was as set in stone as one would hope.
but going into mayfield college, one thing remained for certain.
you hated elijah mintz.
╰┈➤ authors note ; i'm sorry, he's going to give you all the ick in this book. anywayss :>
