Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Chapter Thirty One.

Please don't question my sanity. I've had this problem repeating that to myself so many times yet I still write stuff like this.

Four years later...

It was her breath on his neck whenever they were that close. It was her lips that held that cherry tint that made him wonder so many things. It was her eyes that held something of a secret as well. 

Most importantly it was her face when she saw him again. It made him stutter on his words and his neck was sweaty during the whole time they talked that same night. 

He never was good at his words. Elijah Stevenson was terrible at words and he knew it. That night he didn't mean to go anywhere that included with negative thoughts. He just couldn't help but want to get under her skin when he saw her with someone else. 

The guy was good looking. Elijah can put that to him but he seemed to be a snob and only there for one thing. To get inside of Madetlyn's pants. 

Even though Elijah had no point in approaching her again that night, he wanted to be around her again. His life was simple and great when he was with her. 

His pain was at ease and the feeling of wanting to shoot his arm with something wasn't ever there. The self control he has had in the past was terrible but now he can use that for something else. 

The only thing that was in the way is...Mason Smith. 

He feels that feeling come back slowly if he can't have her. That small innocence Madetlyn has that he still craves. The way her legs hug close to her body as they sat down. The words he kept telling her at the party. He couldn't help but feel something for her again and tell her. 

Though when she kissed him, he didn't kiss back for one reason. 

With an audience, everything can seem unclear. 

"What the fuck are you doing, Mads?" the voice was deep and hoarse as if the man was holding back a tear. 

Inside Elijah was smirking. That's right your girl kissed me.

Mason goes over to Madetlyn and pulls her up. Madetlyn looks confused as if she didn't do anything wrong. 

"What are you doing here Mason?" her expression small and to the point. 

"I could ask you the same thing? But at least I am not making out with some guy!" he points to Elijah and Elijah gets up too since now he feels like he was brought into it. 

"Hey relax, dude," he pushes Mason's chest and it takes him back a little, "it wasn't anything but a simple kiss. It meant nothing."

Elijah looks over at Madetlyn and then frowns a small ounce to let her know he didn't mean that. He didn't mean that all. It meant so much to him even though he didn't kiss back on purpose. 

Mason pushes Elijah back, "bull shit it didn't mean anything. Yo-You prick!" Mason's nostrils flare and Madetlyn holds him back. 

"Mason don't," she whispers trying to calm down but it was already to late as both guys get into each other's faces. 

"Trust me. I would have done so much more to her if it did," Elijah replies to Mason as they were head to head. 

"Oh yeah?" Mason's eyes raise as he gets closer in Elijah's face, "I dare you to even touch her again."

That was one thing you can't do. You shouldn't ever Elijah to do anything. Since he isn't afraid of much this isn't anything if he gets hurt in so way. If you dare him he will prove you wrong and do it. Then do even more than what you expect from him.