Guns and Grey

0.6 ⋆ Witch Bitch

A/n: I am changing the whole story's tense to present instead of past, unlike the previous five chapters. I'll convert them too once I'm done w the book. :))

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Scarlett's POV

Delancy excitedly told us about how she reached a million subscribers on her YouTube channel today morning. I am not surprised, to be honest, her bubbly personality can attract a couple million more.

 We were all standing in our usual spot in the parking lot, chatting away till the bell went off. The familiar black Porsche pulled up next to my car. Nicki, as if on cue, left Jay's side and sashayed her way towards Mr Hot Buns.

STOP CALLING HIM THAT!

Emily nudged my shoulder bringing me out of my trance. A suggestive look was painted over her face, eyes pointing towards Elijah.

My face contorted, I rolled my eyes at her and brought my attention back to Delancy's chat. A few minutes later, Jacob spoke up looking behind my shoulder.

"Hey! Elijah!" He called him towards our group waving his hands. I grew nervous out of nowhere. Why am I even getting nervous?

Maybe because he indirectly called you beautiful last night?

Yes, but people are always complimenting me. I did not get nervous even when Timothée Chalamet called me beautiful. I ask Emily, "Smack my head."

"Wha-"

"Just do it," I order, cutting her. Emily does not leave this opportunity of hitting me though. "Oww! Jeez, Emily." I massage my head where she hit to ease the pain while she shrugs her shoulder at my comment.

"Thanks for saving me from that witch man." Elijah and Jacob do the bro hug thing. Damon also goes ahead and pats him on the back.

"Do you mean bitch, Elijah? I mean, if you are talking about Nicki, that's a more appropriate word," says Blakeley. Jeremy snickers pecking B on her temple.

Elijah shrugs saying, "You could say that."

The boys start talking about football while Emily whispers to us about Damon's surprise birthday party that we will be hosting. Damon, somehow, always forgets his birthday. Ever since his fifteenth birthday, the month of November is almost forgotten to him. He remembers all of our birthdays and even hypes us up from a week before.

Last year, we simply gathered our families, a few friends and some of his favourite football stars like David Beckham.

This year we were planning on a party in a club on the terrace along with beautiful firework displays.

The bell rang, halting our conversation. I turned towards the guys to wave them goodbye. My eyes met Elijah's and his locked with mine briefly. A very familiar feeling passed through me but I could not really figure it out.

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I was doing some reading before class started when Elijah nudged my elbow with his. I glanced over to find him passing a small piece of folded paper to me.

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as I took it from his hand. 'Why are you not talking to me?' it read. I scribbled a reply on the back side and passed it back to him. Seconds later he passed a new piece, folded in the same way.

'I meant what I said yesterday.'

'I don't know what you are talking about,' I wrote and handed the piece back to him. I think he took the hint that I didn't want to talk about it because he stopped passing over the chits.