New Generation

Claiming

It was a bit too late when I realized I was missing a few details. I didn't have this boy's phone number, and we didn't plan on where to meet. I didn't even know where he lived.

Naturally, I took it upon myself to seek help from Alexis the moment she walked into the doors of the cafeteria. I quickly explained to her what had happened, and she was positively beaming.

"I knew it would work! I'm a genius," she praised herself.

"Um," I said, furrowing my eyebrows, "I'm pretty sure the whole "competition" thing was Matt's idea."

She quickly brushed that off, and I began to explain my predicament. She rolled her eyes at me before I could even finish.

"What?" I asked defensively.

"You're so clueless!" She exclaimed. I couldn't say I disagree, but I still felt that that was a bit unnecessary. "He's sitting a few tables behind you, just go and get his number!"

My mouth formed an "O" and I slowly shifted my body and looked behind me. There he was, sitting at a table by himself. I watched him as he stabbed his fork into a tomato on his tray, and then he glanced up at me, as if he could feel my gaze. He smirked, causing me to blush and turn away.

"Go!" Alexis urged. I gnawed on my lip, trying to think of an alternate solution. I can't believe I was doing this, but before I knew it, my feet had brought me to his table.

"Hey," he said smoothly, sitting upright. His eyes seemed to have a certain glint to them. Expectant.

"Hey," I said back. "I didn't get your number earlier..." My voice trailed off. I had no idea what to say or how to say it.

"Are you flirting with me?" He teased. My hands flew up defensively.

"No, no! I didn't mean that, I just—if we're hanging out tonight I—" my hands had begun to shake, and he grabbed one of them. I felt a lump form in my throat. His hand was a bit cold and his fingers were so long that they wrapped around my whole hand easily. I just stared at our hands.

"Calm down," he said, his tone more demanding than soothing. I guess he wasn't the gentle type.

I sighed, "yeah, I should. Can I get that number though? It's going to be hard to get to your place if I can't even contact you."

He chuckled, and pulled my hand closer to his chest. The action was so unexpected, I jolted forward a bit. He then took out a marker and wrote his number on my arm. "Now go away," he said, releasing me and shooing me away from his table. Confused, I got up and walked back to Alexis in a daze.

"What happened?" She whispered excitedly as soon as I sat down.

"I got his number," I said, feeling my heart beat finally start to slow down as I was able to keep calm.

"I see that," she said, "daddy," she added with a smirk.

I was taken aback, "what?"

She laughed, pulling my arm up to my face. I read what was written on it, my eyes widening. He had written his phone number, but that wasn't all. Beside it he wrote: "—Daddy" with a small heart. My stomach did a flip and I started to wonder what I got myself into. All I could hear was Alexis continue to laugh.

I began putting my stuff into my bag, slinging it over my shoulder, and closing the locker door. I sent Eli a text, asking where to meet him. I leaned against my locker, not expecting to get a reply, but my phone buzzed a few seconds later.

"I'll be at your locker in a minute." The text read.

Even less than a minute later, Eli had appeared in front of me, and he grinned when he saw me. "Come on," he said, walking ahead of me. I had to jog to catch up to him, his legs were a lot longer than I would've thought, since he's usually sitting down when I talk to him.

I look up at him, finally registering the height difference, too. He's a whole head taller, his face is a lot more angular and sharp than mine.

"You're staring," he stated, not turning to look at me as we walked through the front doors of our school.

I blushed, looking away. "Sorry."

He smirked, looking down at me. "It's alright, I'm used to it," and with that, he grabbed my hand and guided me across the street. I felt almost like a little kid next to him, but it felt safe in a way. I shook my head, trying to clear it. He has Chris.

We walked in silence, and it gave me time to think. Why is he holding my hand? Wasn't he just with Chris? Is he just a fuckboy? Did he invite me over just to hook up?

I started getting nervous, and I pulled my hand away. He looked back at me, his eyebrows knitted together. He seemed impatient, but his face softened after a second. "What's up?" He asked.

I looked down, "nothing," I mumbled. "Just don't hold my hand."

He sighed, then kept walking, quickening his pace. I could tell he was frustrated, so I kept quiet as I caught up with him again.

He stopped abruptly, causing me to bump into him. "Ouch!" I yelled, and he grabbed my shoulder.

"You okay?" He asked, his grey eyes seemed to be looking through me. It sent a chill down my spine.

"Y-yeah. Why'd you stop?"

He smiled, making a grand gesture to the house in front of us, "Welcome home!"

I blushed, he was surprisingly good at making me feel comfortable after all this time of putting me on edge. We walked up to his front door and he fished out his keys from his jeans pocket, opening the door. He stepped aside, letting me in first.

I entered his house, taking it all in. It was decorated with antiques, and had a huge dark brown wooden staircase in the middle, so it was the first thing you see upon entering. On the left, there's a hallway leading to the kitchen that I can see from the entryway, and on the right, there's a hallway leading to another room, but I couldn't get a good glimpse of it since the lights were off. All I could see on the right was a glass case that held expensive looking China.

"Follow me," he said, climbing up the stairs and disappearing into the room at the top. I gulped and followed, nervous of what would happen next.