Obsessed

9

The next day was overcast, around 50 degrees.

"Do you need me to drop you off?" Billie asked.

"No thanks." Eleanor zipped up her hoodie, picking up her backpack. "Love you."

Billie opened the door. "Love you."

The ground exerted a light gallop nuance with every step she took. After a few minutes, the soft echoes of thunder were heard overhead.

"Dammit." she mumbled as light raindrops descended from above.

In the time it took Eleanor to be aware of the preceded weather, a black Lexus pulled up on the side.

"Eleanor."

She stopped. So did the car. The window rolled down. It was Brendon.

"Good morning Mr. Urie. How are you?" Her smile was infectious.

"I'm fine. How far do you live from the school?"

"Um... about 20 minutes."

"You're gonna walk 20 minutes in the rain?"

She shrugged. "Rain is nature's shower."

He laughed. "Well, I'd rather not have nature's shower give you pneumonia. How about I take you?"

Eleanor reconnoitered. "I -"

"C'mon, you don't wanna be late do you?" The rain was starting to pick up.

"No, but... I don't wanna seem like a bother."

"You won't be. Put your bag in the backseat, ride with me."

She bit her lip, hesitating for a second. She nodded. "Okay."

Brendon watched her in the side mirror, throwing the backpack onto the seat, then close the door. His eyes then shifted to the girl as she climbed in the front seat beside him, removing her hood.

She pulled the seatbelt across her body, strapping in until an audible 'click' was heard. "All set." she smiled.

He drove off.

"Do you drive, Eleanor?"

"Nah, my dad tried to teach me once, but I got too scared every time I sat behind the wheel. I'll take walking any day."

He laughed. "You're crazy, Eleanor."

"Yeah, my dad says the same thing."

It took every ounce of effort for Brendon to fight the impulse to look at her every five seconds. Moreover, fight the impulse to drive to his residence and claim Eleanor as his. Especially considering he spent last night stimulating his own genitals over her and was still in slight recovery.

"I read that book." she said breaking the silence.

"All of it?"

"Yeah, it was very interesting. I feel Harriet Beecher Stowe writes similar to my style."

"Have you read any of her books before?"

"No."

"Maybe she can be your new inspiration. She's one of those authors people fawn over if you tell them you read her."

"I know Mr. Ross is going to be impressed when I tell him."

His smile fell a bit. "Mr. Ross?"

"AP U.S. History. We've been talking about abolitionists. This is gonna blow his mind."

"I guess." he mumbled.

The thought of Eleanor talking to other guys filled him with rage, taking all energy to keep himself calm.

The car pulled into the parking lot.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Urie." Eleanor said, exiting.

"No problem."

She headed to the back, retrieving her school bag and closing the door.

"Are you coming?" she asked through the open window.

"I still have twenty minutes. What period do I have you?"

"Third."

"Okay, see you then."

Eleanor smiled as she departed, entering the building, leaving Brendon vaguely irate.