Blood Stains

twenty-eight | potions and shit

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT | potions and shit

I'D LIKE TO say that the next few days are calm. I mean, after kissing Elijah and slapping Jackson—all in the same day—I was kind of looking forward to a slow, boring day. And they are calm—too calm. Elijah hasn't called me once.

I know I shouldn't care that much; it's not like we're dating or anything, but still. It kinda hurts my feelings that he just up and ignores me, directly after we kiss. It makes me think that I'm a bad kisser or something.

Lila finally got her car back last night after weeks of begging her parents, so now we can officially go back to our morning routine where she picks me up for school. I don't really know why I was expecting my day to be calm when Lila is involved, not to mention that my mind is going 100 miles a minute and has been since yesterday.

Usually I don't overthink these things. Yes, Elijah and I kissed, and yes, he also happens to be a vampire, but those are the things that keeps running through my head. It's the fact that after the kiss, Elijah acted as if he didn't know me. I mean, he barely even said bye to me before bolting out like his ass was on fire. God knows what he's going to say today in class.

I should have been smart enough to control the handful of emotions I'm feeling right now—excitement, worry, scared, happy, angry, etc.—before I got in Lila's car, because as soon as I sit down, she gives me 'the look.'

"What's up?" Lila says, her voice surprisingly soft. Dang, do I look that bad?

"What? Me? Nothing. W—Why would you even, like, ask me that?" I reply nervously, stuttering like the awkward person I am.

She gives me a blank stare. "Do I look like I'm in the mood for your shit today, Grace?"

I sigh. Maybe it'll do me good to get it all off my chest, so I tell her everything—from the amazing, knock-you-off-your-feet kiss to the almost hysterical interaction with my hand and Jackson's face. I also mentioned Elijah's standoffish attitude, the main reasoning for my 'bitch face,' as she says I currently have.

After I'm done, Lila has to take a couple minutes to sort her thoughts. She starts driving down my road and onto the main highway, looking like she's paying zero attention to her surroundings. That makes me put my seatbelt on with a gulp.

"Wow," she firstly says, followed by, "I knew there was something going on between you two!"

"Shh!" I reply instantly, my face heating up. Then, more quietly I say, "It doesn't seem like it now."

"Oh, shut up," she snaps, taking a left into the school property. "You and I both know guys are dumb. And stupid. And annoying. And sometimes, they're wimps, and they get scared. Elijah's just a wimp; that's all. You just have to give him time."

The rational part of me knows she's right—that I just have to give him a little space—but my irrational part just makes me pout like a baby and stare out the window. "How much?"