Elemental

Chapter Five

Monday came round pretty quick, and I'd done nothing but replay Saturday night over. I felt like one of those stupid infatuated teens, and I hated it, but the whole night was perfect. In all honesty I couldn't wait to see him. After registration, I walked into the commonroom, in hopes of seeing him, and there he sat, in a group of people I'd never seen, his head looking down towards his vans. I walked towards him, awkwardly, then decided against it. I was too afraid his friends would stare and start laughing. so I sat at a nearby computer, and sorted through some of my work. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Good morning!" Ash.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Ashton Carter... Fancy seeing you here?" I turned round to face him, as he sat on the seat next door to mine.

" I had fun Saturday night, you're pretty cool when you let your hair down."

"And you're dead sweet when you aren't sober." He smiled, entertained by my tone of voice.

"Friday night, you and I are going out."

"Is that a question? Or a statement..."

"Statement. You can try and resist but you know you'll come anyway."

"If you stop being cocky, I'm yours."

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and smirked. "I'll swing by yours at seven. Wear something pretty. I'll get Alex to sort you out."

"I don't do dresses."

"But you'll make an exception for me." And with that, we had date number two planned out. Not that it was a date, but you know. It was a date.

I met Scarlett at lunch to fill her in on the details of my Saturday night. Usually our boy talks were witty and sarcastic, but everything I said I was met with either a "mm," or a "grow up." Something had seriously upset Scarlett, and I was sure it was something big. She'd been so lively and upbeat last week, and now, she's withdrawn and blunt. She'd turned into me. 

After school on Wednesday, I turned up at Scarlett's house, she rooled her eyes and invited me into her room, three of her walls were white, and the furthest wall from the door was wallpapered with red and silver floral patterns. The carpet was snow white, and soft under your feet. I noticed on the floor a bin, with burnt pictures and papers. "Don't ask." She bluntyly stated. 

"Wasn't gonna."

"So, why are you here?" 

"No reason..."

"Ella, I'm not really up for visiters right now, so say your bit, and leave!" She raised her voice to a shout. 

"Scar, what's wrong?"

"I can't tell you. I want to, but I can't."

"I'm your best friend. We tell each other everything." She looked up at me, tears brewing in her eyes. "I mean, if we aren't speaking, who's gonna give me tips on how to look good, and who am I gonna tell my secrets to!?" I felt my eyes sting, we'd been friends for so long, and it was as if she din't care anymore.

"You wouldn't understand, I've changed, more than you could comprehend."

"This is starting to sound like some supernatural crap."

"What if it is?"

"Just tell me Scarlett!"

"It happened about a week ago." She started, "I was driving home from school, and I started getting really hot, like really hot." She frowned deeply. "Then my fingers started burning, and and I felt like I was on fire."