Guns and Grey

0.8 ⋆ Call Me Maybe

Scarlett's POV

The doorbell went off just when I placed the freshly baked pizza on the island. I dusted my hands in the sink and jogged towards the door.

The entire group of six stood on the other side, grinning widely. I rolled my eyes and opened the door wider to let them in. I smacked Delancy on the head, very slightly ruining her rose gold hair that was straightened to zero frizz.

"Scarlett! Not my hair!" She squeaked, immediately running her hands over her hair to fix it.

"Where's our host?" Jacob asked, unintentionally kissing Delancy's hair. Lance cast a glare towards him to which he pecked her nose. Gag.

"He is taking a shower—" The looks on their faces immediately transform. Blakeley was grinning from ear to ear, Emily and Damon were looking at each other then at me with creepy-ass smiles on their faces,  Delancy... she looked like she was internally squealing and the twins were moving their hands to and fro near their mouth suggesting—sucking a pee-pee.

"What the fuck you guys? Nothing happened, we were just making some pizza and he got flour all over himself."

"She means he got Scar over himself," Jeremy said, loud enough to reach my ears. I walk over to the couch and pick up a pillow while Jacob snickers at the statement. Everyone eyes me curiously, probably wondering why am I getting cushions in the middle of the conversation.

I walk up to Jeremy and his eyes flash with realisation, alas, he is too late. I swing the cushion right on top of his head, holding onto it with both my hands. He is lucky the cushions in this house are extremely soft. Jacob's snicker turns into a laugh and on moving my gaze upon him, the laugh turns into a cough.

"She said pizza, let's eat the pizza," Blakeley says, trying to form a distraction. The boys, especially Jermey who has now immediately recovered on hearing the word 'pizza', easily guide their way into the kitchen like they have been living here.

Damon goes back out and stands below the staircase. "Elijah! Mate, we're gonna finish up the pizza if you don't come down quick!"

He jogs back to the island picking up a slice and munching up half of it in one go. The girls and I quickly follow, knowing we wouldn't get any if don't go now. Literally ten minutes later, the three large pizzas were wolfed down into our now bloated stomachs.

As if on cue, Elijah walks up to the kitchen entrance, rubbing his hair dry with a towel partially draped around his shoulders. His eyes roam over the island where the pizza sat. Keyword: 'sat'. He drops the towel on his shoulder completely and blinks rapidly a couple of times.

"Where's the fucking pizza?" He asks in a tone like he can't believe his eyes.

Jacob burps on cue, followed by 'ew's from the girls.

My eyes feel somewhat stuck on him, studying him carefully from the top. His wet black hair looked darker if that is even possible, the long strands dangling above his forehead, rest all jumbled upon his head giving him a messy appearance yet looking undeniably attractive. Eyes that were always familiar to the cold grey were now, somehow replaced with a bluish tint, looking more lively but at the same time, dark. His skin clear, flushing a healthy pink and his cheekbones casting a slight shadow. His lips were moving in an argument, from the corner of my eye I could see my friends talking but my eyes never left his face.

A thin black shirt engulfed his muscular chest, the sleeves appeared to have been cut off, exposing his taut arms covered with oh so many tattoos, each of which possibly have stories behind them. I pull myself back together, my eyes meeting his.