Laconic » a.i

4.6

//ella//

After Ashton left, I left too. Who was he to say I was betraying my friends? I was not, I was just defending myself for once. I really liked Carson and who did they think they were to keep me from him? Noel was a ghost that had been dating a human for three years for crying out loud -- he was also a warlock or something. I think I deserved to have a boyfriend of my own.

After we were caught in the woods, we decided to meet up somewhere else -- my house. My mom wasn't home and neither was my sister so it was perfect. When they were home, we met up in the attic because no one ever went there. So I walked into the house and I saw him tossing an orange into the air while he waited for me. I told him I was just going back to make sure no one was freaked out I was gone. But now that everyone knew I was leaving, who cared?

"Hey," he smiled once he saw me enter. "How's it over there?"

"Fucking stupid," I growled as he stepped over to me, putting the orange back in the bowl on the counter, and putting his arms around me. "No one gets it, you know?"

He sighed, "I know, baby, but who cares what they think?"

"You should really care," Bandit's knowing voice came from next to me. From the corner of my eye, I could see him standing a few feet away with his hands shoved in his pockets. "They're probably right anyway."

"Carson," I said and he hummed in response, pushing a lock of my hair out of my face, "I thought that when I became a vampire, I wouldn't hear voices or see people that aren't there anymore."

He shrugged, "Maybe it's different for people. My asthma went away but that's also minor compared to schizophrenia."

I nodded, pursing my lips as Bandit kept going on and on about I should get back to the others. "Excuse me for a sec," I told Carson before nodding my head toward the living room so Bandit would follow. I stalked in and turned with my arms folded to see Bandit looking innocent as always.

Bandit was a guy that was seventeen and essentially the tiny voice in the back of my head that tried to tell me right from wrong. He was a tall guy with a sharp jawline with brown curly hair and green eyes that made him look like he'd never done a bad thing in his existence which probably wasn't true but lately it was. He also oddly enough had a British accent that made him sound really intelligent which pissed me off because then I thought he always knew what he was talking about when that sometimes wasn't the case. Ever since Noel left, Bandit had become more prominent in my life and tried to help me like Noel did.

The only problem was he did get mischievous sometimes, hence his name. He'd been showing up since I was seven and the first few times I saw him, he was always telling me to take things or do the opposite of what I was told just to see if I could get away with it or see what would happen. When I first asked for his name, he told me he didn't have one. After that, I deemed him Bandit.

"Can you leave, please?" I asked sharply.

"We both know that can't happen," he smirked. "Seriously, El, just go back to your friends. Noel's only looking out for you like I am."

"I don't need looking out for anymore, though," I protested, rolling my eyes. "I can-"

"-take care of yourself," he finished. "I've heard that way too many times in the passed couple days."

"Because no one trusts me!"

"It's not that we don't trust you, Ella, it's that we're worried about you. Ever since this vampire thing, you've gotten different, and not in a good way."

"What are you talking about?" I scoffed.

"To be frank, you're a bitch." he stated with a shrug.