It's the way you do what you do that makes me love you the way I do.
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Elora is an ordinary girl with a heartbreaking secret. Hearts are thrown together, emotions are jumbled up, and tears are shed.
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Chase Braxton: Dave Franco (um yes please)
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Elora tied her hair up, as she walked towards the school. The second week of senior year and she was about to have another tardy day. She heard the bell ring, and picked up her pace, now running as she tried to put her hair up in a ponytail. The students began to move into the gates of the school. It was an outdoor public school, so there were separate buildings and each period you'd have to walk between the buildings to get to the next class. She finished tying hair and picked up her pace. Her eyes drifted to the ground, as she fell into a run. It made her dizzy, yet was so interesting to watch the concrete move beneath her.
Almost predictably, she slammed into a guy, who definitely was not in her path three seconds ago. The guy tipped forward but caught his balance. Elora wasn't so lucky. She felt her heart stop for a second as she fell on the concrete, her elbows keeping her head from touching the ground.
The guy moved away from her, and then looked down. "You alright?"
Elora huffed. "Oh yeah, you know, I feel great." She sarcastically replied.
"Okay, cool." He said, then walked away. Elora's eyes widened as he retreated from her. Then he turned around and smirked. "I'm not that big of an asshole."
Elora rolled her eyes, and extended her arm out, grabbing onto his hand. He lifted her up, his eyes widening as he looked at her knees. She looked down at her knees to see that they were bleeding- the blood seeping through the fabric of her pants. Upon seeing them, she suddenly became aware of the stinging on her knees.
"Uh- I-" He unsurely looked around.
"I'll be fine," Elora said, picking up her backpack, which had been sprawled on the ground.
"Wait, uh-" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I have a first aid kit in my car... Do you want to...?"
Elora nodded, a small smile on her lips. "That would help a lot."
They walked in silence to his car. Elora's mouth flew open, staring at it in awe. She was no expert when it came to cars, but she definitely knew when a car was expensive.
"That's yours?" She pointed at the car.
"Yup." He nodded and pressed some button on his key. The trunk opened and he grabbed a red backpack up.
Elora sat in the trunk, her feet dangling out the edge of the car. Then, she rolled up her jeans, revealing two bloody, scratched, knees.
The guy's face scrunched up in disgust before he admitted that he had no idea what to do.
Elora was clueless, too. "Just put a band-aid on top of it, I guess."
He held the band-aid over her wounds and dropped it, trying not to touch the blood. "Thanks."
