Deep End (Saving Elliot)

Drowning In Us

Drowning In Us

❝You aren't afraid to love. You are just afraid of not being loved.❞

I run my hands up and down my face and sigh in frustration. I stare at the blank Word document wishing that the words for my assignment would just appear for me. I place my fingers over my keyboard as I think about what to write. When nothing comes to me and sigh and lean back into my chair.

I look around and watch the people in Starbucks. I can hear the mild chatter of people in their social groups. I inhale the smell of coffee and my stomach rumbles. Maybe some food will help. I get up and join the short queue. I keep an eye on my belongings. The last thing I need is someone stealing my laptop and my notes. It doesn't take long before someone is ready to serve me. I look over the different cakes and the carrot cake sticks out. I ask for that and a hot chocolate. I pay the price and walk back over to my table. I look at the blank document again and snap my laptop shut.

I close all my books and stuff everything back into my bag. Today just isn't my day. I stare out into the grey day of England and I realise it fits my mood. I hear the worker call out my name and I walk over to him to get my order. When I get there I see another guy take my drinks. I feel irritation burning in me. I walk faster eager to drink some of that warm heaven. "Excuse me!"

The guy either doesn’t hear me or ignores me. I struggle to keep up to him but the want to drink something hot fastens my pace. "Oi. I am speaking to you." I grab his shoulders and force him to turn around. Ready to slap him I raise my arm but falter when I see his face.

"You alright munchkin?" he says as he smirks at me.

I stare at him with my mouth open. What is he doing here? When did he get back? I am about to bombard him with question but I see him take a swig on my hot chocolate. My eye twitches and I see him smirk in response. "That's mine you twat."

He raises his brow at me; his smirk never leaving his face. "I think not. In fact I am going to go and enjoy my cake and drink elsewhere."

"That cake is mine Fintry and so is that drink."

He looks at the name scribbled on the cup. "It says Elliot and that is my name." He walks outside and I see him take a seat at one of the tables. I storm after him.

"I swear for God Fintry. Give me my cake back. I paid for that!"

"There must be some mistake because the worker called out my name munchkin."

I open my mouth to scream something but there is so much I want to call him nothing comes out. Instead I turn on my heels and storm back inside to order a new piece of cake. When I finally get to the front I see there is no carrot cake left. My hands curl into fists and I storm right back out. I see Elliot scoffing the cake down his throat. I grab him by his collar but he doesn't stop eating. In fact he takes a massive bite out of it.

"Stop eating my fucking cake!"

He smirks. "This cake... Oh my God... This is so lovely." He takes another massive bite and it pisses me off. I push him back.

"Do you want to die right now Fintry? Do you remember how this ended last time? Give me my fucking cake because I swear to you I will fucking strangle you and this time my mother will not stop me!"

He puts the cake down and takes a sip of the drink. He stands up and just like before he is taller than me. His face hasn't changed much except for the little stubble he has. He leans in and my breath hitches. Screw him for still having this effect on me. I grabs a lock of my hair and smirks at me. "This time I might keep the golden locks munchkin"