Saving Elliot ©2015 Sydney Wray

Chapter 16-Uncertainty

I didn't really know what to think, to be completely honest. All I knew was that I was angry. Angry for her to lie to me, but also angry she felt the need to. Was I honestly that judgemental? Did she think that? Maybe I had been blinded by her beauty so much that I hadn't actually noticed anything peculiar.

My phone started to ring on my nightstand. Glumly checking the Caller ID, it unsurprisingly read Hailey. She had been calling me all morning, which had led up to the total maximum of twelve calls.

Now that I look back on it, little bits hinted her state of being. It's not, like, it had been obvious pointers. No. They were small moments that I had obviously overlooked.

Bits flowed through me, like my brain had stored informational details of her actions. At the restaurant, when she had looked so uncomfortable and was constantly peeking at everyone. Maybe she hadn't known what to do..Or maybe she had never been to a restaurant. Thinking of this, sadness overlapped the anger.

Had she felt embarrassed to tell me?

It's not like I had friends to confide in, separating Jaxx, of course. But, I suddenly just wanted to vent about everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours.

"Damion?" I called, sitting from my bed and smoothing down my T-shirt.

His head popped into my room, "Yes, Elliot?"

"Can you take me to The Shack, please?"

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"Never thought I'd see the day," Her southern accent filled my ears as I strode up to the counter, "Prim graduating to a non-prim! Nice shirt."

"Thanks." I muttered. Why was I here again?

Jaxx frowned, "What's up?"

"I need to talk to you."

We ended up at one of the tables. Jaxx had given me a lemonade, to which I was sipping out of the straw.

"Is everything okay?" She asked worriedly.

"I found out last night that Hailey lived in down town L.A, and she's been lying to me about eveything."

She pressed her lips together. "Oh. Harsh."

"Yeah." I exhaled, shaking my head. "I just don't get why she lied to me."

"Elliot.."

I looked at her. "What?"

"It's just.." She paused, swallowing, "I can kinda understand where she's comin' from."

I waited for her to elaborate.

"You're kinda..intimidating."

I snorted, returning to my lemonade. She didn't know anything. Me? Intimidating? Hardly.

My lemonade was grabbed from me.

I sputtered, looking at her. "I was drinking that."

But she ignored me. "When Hailey first met you, where were you?"

"In my house. She came to my door having to pee."

"And..?"

I thought. "The next time I saw her, I was wearing a suit, and was standing next to my limousine." Even when I said it, I understood where Jaxx was coming from.

"Well, that's why." She said, drinking from my straw. My straw! All I could of at that moment was the millions of Jaxx-germs multiplying on it.

I rolled my eyes. "That doesn't explain why she lied to me about almost everything."

"Elliot, quit bein' such a boy."

I was taken back. That was the first time she had actually addressed me by my name.

Jaxx continued, pushing back an escaped strand of hair from her messy ponytail.

"The first two times she met you, you were in a mansion and also dressed in expensive clothing-standing next to a limousine. I'm sure she planned to tell you, but you left some uncertainty with her."

I stared at her, not comprehending. "So what are you saying?"

She stopped sipping, (thankfully), rolling her eyes. "Prim! She was embarrassed."

"Embarrassed of where she lived?"

"Well, yeah probably. And also of everything else."

I thought of her parents, and the fact she was usually hungry when she was with me.

I bit my lip, standing up and kissing her on the cheek. (I know, but I had to thank her in some way and that was what I came up with.) "Thank you, Jaxx."

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I sat in my living room, reading a book that wasn't about the usual things my father advised.

I heard his footsteps in the distance, and I quickly replaced it with the shuffling of papers.

"Elliot." My father nodded, stroding into the room. "Heard from that girl?"

I shook my head, numbly reading over the graphs.

"Typical trash." He muttered. "Running from the police. You know I was left looking like a fool in front of the authorities?"

I clenched the papers, not responding.

"It was good you got rid of her, Elliot."

If it was so good, then why did I miss her so much? Maybe it was good she was out of my life...

"She was really starting to ruin the progress you've made." He continued, serving himself a scotch from the portable bar. "And she stole your mother's bracelet!"

"Father." I said impatiently, tired of him naming off the bad things about Hailey. "Please."

"Go change, Elliot. Into proper attire." He ordered, leaving the room without a second glance at me.