Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

"He had those eyes. The most green eyes that you could ever look into. I could tell if something was bothering him by his eyes. They become big and the pupils dilate to an odd shape. Like he was some sort of animal-"

I cover my own eyes with my hands and start to blush, "Eli stop!"

Elijah is reading my journal full of doodles and writings. I know there isn't anything special about my writings but the way he folds the notebook and purses his lips; I can tell something. Something has caught him off guard.

He puts the notebook down on the middle consule again and then looks at me fully, "maddi that was definaelty something. Truly it has potential."

I shake my head as I take my hands away and look at him back, "no it is terrible. You don't-"

"I rarely give compliments so if I tell you one I sincerely mean it. You should write more on this green eyed guy," he gives me a small smile.

I mean forward and give him a kiss. A small peck that I know makes me look like a fool, "thank you."

His eyes open and he looks like he is surprised.

"Well gosh I should compliment you more often, should I?"

I smack his arm playfully and sit back in the seat.

"My eyes are green. They turn really weird supposedly when I am mad."

He is into me. That stupid, attractive prick is onto me.

"Yeah?" I ask like I am confused.

A big grin sprawls across his face, "this is about me isn't it?"

I don't shake my head nor nod. Instead I sit there. He comes to me this time. He kisses me and all those movies that say her heart skipped a beat was me. Although I hated smoking and hate how he smokes. On his lips the smoke tastes like my desire and consequences I took when getting in the car with him.

Which could be good or bad.

His tongue finds my lips and i try to not let him gain any access. I can tell it drives him crazy as he pulls on my shoulder and pushes me back. He tries again but this time I do.

We sit there for what seemed to be minutes. Kissing and moaning (from him of course).

I don't look down but put my hand there. The part of his body I know I am driving him insane for. I undo his belt loop which is tough as he pushes me away slightly.

"Mads you don't have to," he whispers.

I open my eyes and he is looking back at me, "I know."

I pull the zipper down and before I start doing anything else the phone rings.

I put my hand on top of his jeans but I feel the effect I gave him.

"Wait," the phone rings again. He picks it up this time. Leaving me in puzzlement, "yeah!?"

Whoever he is talking to is pissed as the voice is yelling.  I can't make out what they say though.

"Shit. Sorry I forgot all about it man...yes I will...before? We agreed to the time, or so I thought....Ronnie's plans never work out well and you know it...yes sir."

He hangs up the phone and looks at me again, "you have to go."

"What?"

"You have to go. I'm sorry," his voice is low.

Something is not right about this.

"Look i didn't ask. I told," those eyes again, "go."

"We are at Milltown!" It was far away from my house or school. "What about blowing off steam until school?"

"You have to go to school. I have to take care of this,"he starts to lose his patienece I can tell. "What I have to do...you shouldn't be involved with. I'm telling you this for your own good."

"It really can't be that bad. I mean..is it?"

"I told you. I told you you don't want me. I am messed up Madetlyn," his voice cracks, "I am messed up with stuff that you shouldn't want to be in."

"What is it? What is wrong? Eli open up to me please."

He opens the door and gets out. He circles around and opens my door, "get the fuck out of my car right now."

"Not until you explain to me what it is."

He looks toward the horizon and then back at me, "it's family business. Got it?"  He says through his gritted teeth.

J nod and start to go out. He pulls me toward him and kisses me quick. A rushed sort of gesture. I lean into it but before anything comes from it he pulls away.

"Don't worry about it Harper. I'll fix your car and see you tonight, okay?"

I nod and look at him the eyes. There aren't mad anymore. There are something else.

Worried. Puzzlement. Confusion....dangered...

No matter what it is; Elijah Stevenson just made this even more interesting.

He gets in the car after slamming my door and drives off with dust flying in all different places.

"Elijah!"