Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Eleven.

Sorry for such a late update! Work is killing me this week. I love how i said i will update more often but dont!

Anyways enjoy this short as heck chapter!

Chapter Eleven.

The new finished tilework makes my shoes squeaky as I make them go back and forth slowly. I begin to tap my pencil on the lab desk of the science room.

The clock ticks on the end of the room facing my back. With each tick I feel my insides drop.

Mr. Murphy's class combined with us today and Elijah still hasn't gotten back at school yet. I really want to jyst see how he is.

I pull out my phone and the blackness of the screen confuses me as I remember I don't even have his number.

I decide to text LeAnn to see if she knows his number. She responds with to sucking something which I never fully understood why people use that term.

It doesn't surprise me. Even if she did have his number, he probably changed it by now. He doesn't want anyone that knows him and his mistakes to contact him.

I close my eyes and my mind starts to soar about this morning. Our make out session. Me almost wanting to give him a blowjob. Him making me leave. My mother bailing him out.

Some of me wants to believe she did  that out of spite. Usually she says no to everything, no questions asked, no buts, and definaelty no asking Dad.

It's like she has this attention towards Elijah too. Not in the same way of course but in such a way that I would consider just liking him.

His package though. Not his other package either.  His package whatever it may be with his family.

I hear mumurs and I turn to the beginning of the room. He appears and he looks like he has ran a marathon. There is sweat on his hair line connecting to his sideburns. Most would find this unattractive and I do on everyone... but him.

He gives the pass to Mr. Murphy and then walks over to my lab desk. He sits at the opposite chair, grabs his notebook, and science book. He gets a pen from his pocket and begins to... work?

I try to fight against the urge but I can't as I whisper, "hey," to him.

Elijah turns to me and then smiles, "hey maddi. I just wanna thank you for this morning. You and your mother are just a peach for helping me out. "

He says it in a whisper as well but another part of me notices this other side. Like someone is watching or listening to him and if he says one thing wrong it is as if the world can find out a secret of his.

A dark secret I know I can't get to yet.

"You're welcome," I say and then see what he has written. Maybe it is a great idea of some sort for the project.

If anyone asks deny it. You understand?

He stares at me waiting for an answer.

"About?" I ask him.

"You know what. You are beginning to know my true side Mads." He hides what he has written by flipping the notebook over and then turning to me some more, "I'm afraid of you getting hurt."

I straighten up in my chair and cross my arms, "what makes you believe I can't take it?"

"Trust me." His voice grows deep and he slumps back in his chair. He sighs and then changes the topic, "so the project...what the hell are we doing."

We proceed within the rest of the class period to focus on the project. I show him what I research. He basically tells me to never use Wikipedia for anything and throws what I have in the trash. He gets his textbook out and then starts to show me where I can find many things about our topic that I never even knew were there.

Elijah is smart. I didn't fully know that until now but he is in the same classes just with different teachers. All honors classes and he still has whatever family business his has. It doesn't make any sense to me.

By this point nothing makes sense to me regarding him.