Crush Me

⍟ Chapter 4 ⍟

Picture shown is Elliot, who also looks a little too old, heh.

⍟ Chapter 4 ⍟

I woke up again the next morning sprawled across the floor, my mother would not approve. Hm, speaking of my mom, she and Dad would be coming home really soon and it wasn't a day I was looking forward to. It's not that I don't like my parents it's just that they're really in love, too in love. And I know that in this day and age almost everyone's parents are getting divorced and I really do appreciate what I have but they are just a constant reminder of how alone I am. Then again they're proof that it is possible to find your soul mate so it kind of just depends on which angle you look at it, you could be sadly discouraged at the fact that you're alone or happily encouraged at the fact that if you have to wait a little longer you might just find the one.

Maybe Charles is the one? Wow look at me, thinking about my future with Charles and he doesn't even know my middle name yet. But now that I brought him up I was really longing for that hug he owed me.

I slowly got off the ground and reached for my unused bed for support and looked up at the picture of my friends and I hanging crookedly above it. We were all young sophomores, that was the same day Xavier had asked out Anne and Paisley had just gotten over her emo phase leaving her with short straightened hair. Two years made a huge difference.

My phone then vibrated bringing my head out of the gutter, wiping the sleep away from my eyes and bringing myself completely up I slowly grabbed my phone plugged into its charger.

"Hello?" I asked my voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Hello, darling," Elliot's voice cheerfully called.

"Why're you so chipper at 7 in the morning?" I said ignoring the 'darling' and running my hand down my face.

He scoffed, "I'm always chipper, sweety!"

"And the pet names?"

"Just helping you get used to it, cupcake," and I could hear the smirk in his voice along with the hinted wink as I got the reference.

"Oh shut up, Elliot!" I shouted waking myself up a bit.

"Why? Why is it so insulting when you know it's true?" he asked and then I didn't answer. I didn't know, it was just a natural reaction I guess?

"Because- because whatever," I stammered and hung up but before I did I could hear Blaine in the background laughing. I rolled my eyes at the two of them and quickly got dressed stuffing my phone into my back pocket.

I grabbed a nectarine out of our fruit bowl and took my keys as I hurried out of the house. For whatever reason it was really bright outside and my beautiful car almost burned my eyes with its intensity. Shielding my eyes, I slid in and turned the car on, then I was off.

When I pulled into the parking lot I noticed Elliot leaning over his small silver car with his crush. A revenge plan was slowly settling in as a sly smile played across my lips. I slowly sauntered across the parking lot feigning an innocent smile, once reaching him I braced myself for what I was going to do, I leaned in and kissed him while on my tippy toes. He stood shocked his face burning red making the girl gasp and quickly leave.

Once he collected himself he shouted, "What the hell, Ellis?" - my last name, something we all did when we were mad.

I merely smirked in response and headed for my locker inside.

Elliot knew I would never had kissed him by whim, so that wasn't a problem. But it wasn't like Elliot was ugly or something and wouldn't stand a chance, no, he was pretty cute actually. He had a dark brown almost black curly fohawk, a prominent jaw line, light freckales sprinkling his nose, stunning teal eyes, and was pretty tan from playing football all the time. And yet, I showed no attraction towards him. He was too close to me now it'd be weird, almost like a brother but we've had moments that you'd disagree over.

On my way over to my locker I saw Charles with his friends leaning on their own lockers and laughing. He glanced over at me and butterflies immediately infested my stomach but he didn't wave or even smile at me. I was definitely confused but to keep from embarrassing myself I pretended I didn't see or notice him either. I quickly turned the lock, grabbed my books for my next class, and rushed off.

One moment we're tackling each other in the hall and owing hugs to each other and the next he pretends to not even know me. How weird.

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I plopped myself down in my class and sighed heavily, running my fingers through my hair. This was frustrating and I suddenly needed to sleep, how was I supposed to ask him next week when it was pretty evident he showed no interest? I closed my eyes now very exhausted from overthinking and first period hadn't even started yet.

"Lilo?" Anne asked using my pet name while comfortingly placing a hand on my back. I had gotten the name because all of my friends insist I was just like her, innocent and short-tempered. However, they only used that when I was feeling down or didn't look too well.

I lifted my head to see the whole class had arrived and Mrs. Tencil was already writing on the board. I must've fallen asleep with Charles sitting right there slightly turned at an angle so that I could see the shy smile of his.

"Crap," I moaned and pulled out a paper and pencil.

Anne then leaned back into her chair still with a concerned look on her face and signed to me, "What happened?"

"I can't do it," I signed back after catching up with the notes.

"What? Ask Charles?"

"Yea," I sign glancing up at him, he was concentrating at the board apparently trying to understand the jibberish.

"Yes you can!"

"He doesn't even say 'hi' to me in the halls," I sign while rolling my hazel eyes.

Anne seems to think then looks over at our small teacher before poking Charles on the shoulder, "So we're gonna have the truth or dare game tomorrow night, okay?"

Charles looked genuinely confused before it clicked, "oh-oh right yea, okay," and then he smiled sweetly before going back to paying attention.

I smiled at Anne sadly before signing, "I still don't think anything will change. . ."