The Outcasts | e.d

ONE

E L I S A

He wouldn't stop staring at me. Was there something in my hair? Maybe he was staring at the paint on my shoes. Or maybe he could sense I hadn't taken a shower in three days. Everyone probably could. It's not like I had a choice. My step dad stopped paying the water bill so we didn't have anything to take a shower with obviously.

I tried using my curly purple hair to hide behind, and it worked, but I could still feel his eyes aiming at the back of my head. I began fiddling with my pencil, which eventually led to chewing the life out of it.

"Elisa!" My head snapped up toward my teacher, Mr. Rodgers. He's been crabby for the last two years that I've had him because his wife divorced him & got with his cousin. I'd be crabby too. But still, I seemed to be his favorite dish to pick at. "W-what?" An eruption of laughter soon followed my lame attempt at sounding confident. Mr. Rodgers sighed and said, "pay attention Ms. Douglas, even though you get enough attention with that hair of yours." I pretended not to hear him, until someone whisper-yelled she looks like a fucking grape. I liked my hair. It matched my personality, despite belief.

"I think her hairs just fine." My head snapped to the boy of which those words came from.

Ethan Dolan.

He never really spoke, not since his brothers death a year ago. It was all over the news. Headlines on all the newspaper saying teenage boy suffers fatal accident after being locked in an apartment, when it tragically caught fire. I believe they also made videos & we're pretty popular, but I heard that Ethan stopped all of it. Now he was in a teen crisis group in school. I'm not even sure why I'm here. Down one bottle of Benadryl & suddenly you're suicidal. Which I'm not.

If you caught Ethan Dolan a year and a half ago he wouldn't be caught dead in this class. He was popular, as well as his sister & brother. But here he was. Apparently he independently signed up for this class.

Mr. Rodgers furrowed his eyebrows at Ethan, & glared at me. "Maybe you should've downed more than Benadryl." Even in a place I'm supposed to call safe I'm still just an outcast.

Once class was over I was finally able to go home. I'm always last to leave since my social anxiety tells me if I try and go first then I'll end up being pushed & shoved, & I can't handle stuff like that.

I jumped when I felt someone tap on the desk. I looked up to see a mix of brown & green. "Are you just gonna spend the night here?" His voice was husky & deep. Fuck. I looked around the room to see there was nobody there, not even Mr. Rodgers. When I walked out of the room a large body appeared in front of me, causing me to bump my face in their chest. While I was rubbing the red spot forming on my forehead, I looked up to see Ethan standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. "Did you need something?" I said as I too crossed my arms over my chest. A smirk appeared on his lips & I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks.

"I need to ask you for a favor, but I'd also like to offer you a proposal."

Yo I'm excited for this story y'all. It's gonna be more of a short story so it probably won't exceed more than twenty chapters.
Later guys 😛

Btw you pronounce Elisa's name el-eesa