Biography of Heartbreaks

Chapter 3 | I'm Not Taking Off My Shirt Unless You Take Off Your Pants

Chapter 3 {I'm Not Taking Off My Shirt Unless You Take Off Your Pants}

I would rather be thrown in a sea of snakes than be in a situation with Elliot Grey like this.

Elliot and I are probably in one of the most awkwardest position ever. Not only is it uncomfortable, it's embarrassing. His fly is stuck on my shirt and, okay, maybe I'd be fine with it if it wasn't my favorite band shirt. Now, it's stuck on this man-whore's zipper!

Everyone is staring at us and his friends aren't even doing anything to help. Snickers were passed along as well as whispers. It wasn't even like it was my fault. First of all, if he didn't just keep his touchy hands away from me, none of this would have happened.

"Sunshine, pleasure to see you again." Elliot smiled, placing his tray on the same table. He effortlessly slide into place as he bit his apple and continuously stared.

Daniel & Jack followed along and sat next to Elliot, sandwiching him. The struggles to keep myself together was hard. I didn't want to leave, giving Elliot the last breath of pride like last time. But then again, it's killing me on the inside to see these three, casually munching on their food. They sat there silently and it didn't take me long to break the silence.

"What do you want Elliot?" I asked, annoyed.

I feel intimated by him. When I mean intimidated, I mean very. This man has mood swing issues. One day, he ignores me and walks out without letting me finish. The next, he's bringing up a conversation like we're good old buddies. I don't even know this person. Nor do I want to associate with him.

"Seeing how lonely you are breaks my heart. I want to keep you company." He replies.

"Can I just break your face?" I asked, giving my innocent face.

He got up from the other side and plopped down next to me. I was beginning to think it wasn't a good idea to sit so close to the brick wall, because he began leaning in on me and there was barely enough space to move back. Oh Julianne, why must you always get blessed with bad luck? Or maybe not, it's just him. He's always the one that makes my life terrible, when it already is one to begin with.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He questioned, abruptly. He didn't have that signature smirk on anymore. This time, his face was unreadable. His once emerald green eyes were now darken into different shades of forest green colors.

I wish I didn't feel this way but my mind began to wish I could stare at those eyes all day.

He closed in to me and we were only inches apart. Being this close to someone is not okay for me. My pulse began to quicken and I was feeling the heat travel up to my cheeks. Elliot's eyes flashed a sight of excitement. I on the other hand, was probably scared. Afraid that if I made a move, I'd be doing something stupid and regret it. It was hard for me to push him away, when his face was so close in proximity. The temptation to touch his face was, inevitably, crawling up my arm. His long lashes fluttered, making my stomach squeeze a little bit. The effect he has on me is going to kill me sooner or later.

"Would you get off of me," My voice hitched, still affected by the closeness we're both sharing. "Your breath smells."

Elliot stayed put, perhaps leaned in a bit closer. "You didn't answer my question yet."

"I...I..because.." I stuttered. I wanted to say, "I hate you because you're constantly up on my nerves and the way you treat girls in this school is disgusting." But, I chickened out and diverted my attention towards something else.

I let out a breath of air I've been holding in for quite a while. Elliot began to pulled back, only I came along with him. I pulled back and he came along as well. As we both sat up, trying to balance each other out, both of us looked up in confusion and realized what had just happened.