Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Three.

(Thank you so much to those who gave read this book. Btw this chapter is lit. Enjoy!)

I turn around to the guy and roll my eyes full heartedly, "are you trying to follow me?" I ask with my arms crossed.

"Oh but on the contrary, " Eli points out his index finger and then brings it back down, "I am simply just enjoying the party I told you I was going to in the first place."

"Well can you enjoy it somewhere else then?" I sass back and then turn away to face the two that are now kissing. I decide to push it away and go to the kithen which doesn't have the drunk guy in it anymore.

And guess who decides to follow me?

"I have a sense that you don't like me Harper," Eli says in my ear as he is to my side now. I look at him and then snarl.

"Really?" I go to the counter top to get a red solo cup," what gave you that impression?"

"Well I told you something and now you suddenly make me feel like you hate me or to the point," he says back and then grabs a red solo cup for himself, "I mean I respect that but what are the motives for since we never knew each other before today?"

I laugh again. I fill up the red solo cup with alcohol that is provided and then set it down. I shouldn't drink that much anyway, "if you must know, really I dont know why we haven't seen each other yet because I think I would smell an asshole from a mile away."

"Yeah assholes do have a bad smell to them, don't they?" I look at him and he has the biggest smirk on his face like he thought of the best comeback ever.

I roll my eyes and then go to him closer, "you yourself made a bad impression on me when you simply were being an asshole in the that room."

"Fear not though," he says dramatically, "I was rehearsing for a play and you interuptted me then got me in trouble. So I think you were the asshole."

"Really? " I snap back, "you think I was the asshole?"

I shake my head. This guy has some nerve, "tell me some thing mister Elijah. How stuck are you into yourself to lie to me about my best friend? Huh? Tell me that. Tell me how she lost it to you out of everyone I have met from this school. A complete bastard. And how now you are telling me when I should even care?"

That gets him to stop and clench his jaw for a second.

"You are trying to make me jealous of her aren't you? That she now has some guy that yeah, he is like the most good looking jock in the school. Then you try to reverse that and make me look like I want you. So maybe deep down you liked her but didn't get-"

"Now you listen to me you selfless bitch," he whispers and brings me to his chest with my shirt. He whispers in my ear, "if I liked her I would have continued to fuck her. And if I liked you.."

He takes me from his grasp violently yet soft, "I would not have hesitated to try and get with you from the moment i laid my eyes on you."

"Are you jealous of Luke because you think I care about what LeAnn does?" I ask in a whisper.

"You have to care. You are her best friend like you have said a couple of times now, " he runs his hand through his hair and now I can't help but think I want to run my hand through it instead, "dont try to make it so complicated, " he adds as a mutter.

"This conversation is over," I say to him and walk away from the kitchen. I hear a loud echo is a holler that makes me shiver.

"By my head there she goes with a trot! By my heel I shall care not!"