Episode Forty:
PROMINENT FIGURE IN SOCIETY
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"Hey," I feel a hand position itself over my chest, and my breath hitches when I realize its bare, and the hand belongs to none other than Fawn Lockhart, "It's time to get up, Elliott, we have school tomorrow and I want to be prepared to get up early again."
I slowly roll over onto my side and find Fawn lying next to me on the floor of her apartment.
"How the hell do you do this every night?" I ask, hovering over her.
"I just got used to it," she breathes before leaning up to peck my jawline, successfully leaving me speechless, and I now realize, hard. Goddamnit.
"I have to go." I spit, before getting up onto my feet.
"Well, at least you're up," she groans, before standing up herself. She runs a hand through her nest of hair and looks to me in confusion, "Why so eager to leave me?"
"I'm not, I'm just, preoccupied," I respond hiding my own humiliation as she shuffles over to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water.
There's a knock at the door, and I bolt to the nearest bathroom, running into Mr. Lockhart along the way. He stares at me suspiciously before calmly asking, "Did you and my daughter bang?"
"Huh?" I ask terrified, "No! No, goodness no! Sorry, I mean she's really pretty and it's not like I wouldn't like to - actually, you know what I'm gonna stop talking right now."
"Good idea," he pats my shoulder before shoving me out of the way and calling out the rest of the family, Emerson included. He stayed the night after Morgan alerted the whole apartment complex that he was home, by screaming at the top of her lungs that 'She found Emmy!'
A part of me thought it was cute, another part of me wanted to slam my head under a pillow and wait for the ringing to stop.
"Who's at the door?" Morgan asks, finally waking up from her position on the couch.
"I'm gonna see, good grief," Fawn sighs in annoyance before opening the door for none other than my bloody brother, Dakarai Mass.
"I guess I missed a bit last night," he motions over to Emerson with a questioning look on his face, but Fawn wordlessly signals to him that it's a conversation for later.
"Oh!" Mrs. Lockhart yells running out of her and Mr. Lockharts shared bedroom with her hands in the air, and her chocolate hair in pulled back in a tight ponytail, work clothes already on, "Daka! I haven't seen you since the incident at the police station!" she zips past me, and crushes him in a deathly tight hug.
"Yeah," he manages to spit out as he struggles to take in oxygen.
"Oh, sorry!" she yells again, brushing the wrinkles out of his shirt, as she walks over to the side of the couch to snap in Emerson's face to wake him up, "I'm just in a great mood today!" she yells all the while Emerson looks like he could kill everyone on the face of the Earth if they made another noise. I'm assuming he isn't a morning person.
"Mom, I didn't come here to be woken up at six in the morning," he grumbles before slamming his face pack into the pillow that was taken from the couch last night, courtesy of Morgan who despite being unwilling to give him the couch, wouldn't let his head go unsupported.
"Well, were are going to work in fifteen minutes, and I am not letting you not wish me goodbye," she pauses, "From now on everyone in this household has to say goodbye before leaving!"
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Teen Fiction❝Would it be wrong to think - to think, that I could make you so much happier?❞ Fawn Lockhart and Elliott Mass have never gotten along. The water and oil of people they avoid each other at all costs, and when they do interact it's nothing but petty...
