The Boy In My Room

3 - First Day

I realized during the math class that he was smart. Really smart. Like high school smart. And that...

That pissed me off. That people can be that smart at this age. He's obviously not the smartest person ever, or I... I might kill him (Hahaha...ha). Okay this guy has thrown me off my game.

"I have to get back at him some way. His attitude, personality, and charisma give the air around him a evil feeling. He's also the stupidest, jerk face, arrogant, conceited narcissistic preppy brat!" I practically yelled to my friends at lunch.

"You missed the fact that he's hot," Alexia pointed out with a smirk on her face while Nera chuckled,

"You could swear for once you know?"

My face contorted to both of their remarks. 'Hottie, potty' I thought as I laughed at Nera, "Are you even surprised?" Alexia however quickly turned the topic of discussion back to Elliot.

The entire table except yours truly agreed that they would date him, easily. His "brilliant" brown eyes that matched his "gorgeus" hair was only made more prefect by his height, not to tall, but not short. His "slight" arrogance only made him more hot. I shrunk back in my chair, my friends have been hypnotized by Satan. He probably did by spending a tiny portion of his 7 billion dollar allowance on a hypnotizer.

"Oh my God! Guys look at Elliot," Daisy told us, her eyes wide with surprise. Five heads whipped around, eyes searching for prey. "Ahhhh," Daisy whisper screamed, "not all at once."

My friends turned around after examining Elliot, ignoring the blatant looks of others for staring.

"That's really surprising."

"I know right, you would think he would be the center of attention."

"GUYS guys look Sarah is going over!"

This time, six heads including mine, turned around to see the school's slut talk to Elliot.

I sniggered as Sarah walked up to Elliot- and here's the best part-he was sitting alone! *cough cough* loser.

After a few moments of failed conversation, Sarah trudged back to her seat pouting and clearly about to tell her "friends" all about Elliot.

Just as I was about to turn around, Elliot looks up and raised an eyebrow, smirking, clearly saying in his snotty voice, 'like what you see?' That little dodo bird!

I stuck my tongue out before turning around back to the table.

The rest of the day was fine. I didn't have to see Elliot except when we passed each other in the hallway. I always winced when that happened. The only other class we had with each other, thank the lord, was Science. And he wasn't in my group! In Science, all we do is month long projects so your group members are your buddies in Science.

At the end of the day, not wanting to be seen with Elliot, I rushed out of the classroom. I snuck like a ninja to my car and slammed to door triumphantly after getting in.

My mother looked up from her work, and then to the back seat, "Where's Elliot?" I slight grin came across my face.

I, Sage Bradlebud, was going to get revenge on Elliot...Elliot Preppy-Last-Name-Probably. I was going to have to lie however, which would be difficult for me.

I gave my mom my most reassuring(hopefully) smile, "He is with the teachers. He'll be out shortly mom." I studied my moms face for any reaction, would she believe me?

She sighed, probably a long day at work. But at least I knew I has gotten away with it! I hope Elliot the rich lampshade gets lost in our tiny school! I hate him!

After in uncomfortable and undetermined number of minutes, he emerged from the gates of hell. I realized right then that if he snitched me out, I could be in big trouble. Dang it.

I watched him strut to the car, comfortable with his life. I begged him with my eyes not to tell, but he just lifted his chin up.

Once he closed the car door, I became quite nervous about whether I would be found out or not. Luckily for me, any attempts at conversation were met with cold civilness, frankness, and curtness. Needless to say, few words were spoken.

Halfway through the trip, with music blasting, I felt breath on my ear and whipped my head backwards, curious, but annoyed too. Elliot's face was right there, like he was about to tell me something.

I turned around, didn't care. "Next time you eye rape me in the parking lot, don't do it so blatantly," he whispered in my ear, so close I could feel his breath.

I slowly turned around, glaring at him the entire time. Right before I could tell him that I wasn't, the car stopped. Home.

Elliot practically jumped our of the car, and I followed behind him hearing towards the house.

I walked over his bags in my room and dropped my backpack on the ground before climbing the ladder to my bed. Elliot was on his computer, was does he even do, invent top notch computer security code?

Since we only had math and history homework, this was a day in a trillion, I did history right then and there.

After going on Instagram and Tumblr and anything that wasn't my math homework, we had dinner.

I decided to take a shower after and mentally hated Elliot even more. I would have to put new clothes on in the small bathroom. Can't exactly walk into my room now with just a towel. Pissing me off again, Elliot.

Of course, he would have to do the same, which made things slightly better. He wouldn't get to use his 40 feet long bathroom with several sinks and pools with hot tubs. Or whatever.

Unlike many stories, I did remember my clothes. I thought briefly in my quick shower whether Elliot would look in my undergarments drawer.

I debated telling him not to, but decided if I did, he would look at them just to spite me, that panda bear.

When I got out of the shower, I heard Elliot talking on his cell phone. I knew that because our house only has a corded phone.

"I'll tell them, okay?...No..." Elliot practically whined into the phone.

Haha someone's losing their poker face. Wait...tell who what? I wanna know my inner girl whined.

"Yeah, I got it...Bye," Elliot responded into the phone.