Another Cliché Love Story

Back at His House (Hopefully he won't shove alcohol down my throat)

That's how I imagine Elijah! Sexy or nah?

I try not to think of Ryan as I enter Elijah's house. I try not to wonder what would happen if I told Beatrice. Ryan was right though, I don't want to ruin their family. He seemed to have cleaned up their act and they have been better, so I'll just stick to being the Sunshine.

"Eliza." Malik says, shocked.

"Hi. I didn't know you were going to be here." I tell him.

He gets up and walks over to me and hugs me tight.

"Malik, didn't you just get done with a bitch a few hours ago?" Elijah asks.

Malik glares at him.

"Seriously though, can we get in the house, before you start trying to hit on her?" Lucius asks, teasingly.

"Wait just a minute-"

"Princess, come on we're going to my room."

I grunt at them. Bunch of Barbarians!

We walk up to his room. His walls are a pretty dark blue, my favorite color. His shelves are all, holding his baseball trophies and he probably has more than thirty of them.

He has a couple posters up of half-naked women and I am secretly glad Mother didn't have sons.

"Uncomfortable?" He chuckles.

I shake my head.

He sets his stuff on the floor and climbs in the bed, under the covers.

"What are you doing?" I ask, folding my arms.

"Taking a nap. It's been hard to be around you. I had the cops on my ass because of you. The least you can do is do the damn project."

I stomp over to him. "No! You had the cops on you, because you kidnapped me only to tell me you fucked my sister!" I hiss.

He looks at me with murderous eyes and walks over to me. He grabs my arm and pulls me to his chest.

"You should consider yourself lucky. I usual fuck both sisters and I don't apologize. It's not my fault your mom is over-protective and bitchy and it's not my fault your sister can't keep her legs closed. Don't come at me like that again. You understand, Princess?"

"It's your fault you got drunk off your ass and couldn't keep your dick in your pants!"

"I tried, but I just couldn't take her begging any longer." He hisses.

I smack him. "Begged for what?! I bet you're written with disease."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm as clean as snow."

"Fuck you."

"When Princess?" He asks.

I will never!

"That's what I thought, Princess. Now let's get started on this damn project."

I snatch my arm back and set the supplies on his desk.

"I'm going to get some water." I tell him, walking out of his room.

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! He's a bastard and he's arrogant and annoying and full of himself and he's just an ass. I fucking hate him.

I grumble my way to the kitchen and grab some water.

"Hey Eliza." Malik greets.

"Hi." I mutter.

"So I guess you and Elijah were doing 'homework'."

"Yeah, actually homework. What did you think?" I ask knowingly.