The Elijah Walker Fanclub

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

I was chewing on my bottom lip staring into my open locker when Elijah Walker appeared next to me. I was deep in thought, still wondering about that dating site I'd seen open on my dad's computer and what it meant for us, and for me. So deep in thought that when he greeted me, it didn't even register. Or maybe it was because he didn't actually say my name...

"LB. Hey LB, where's your head at?" Elijah asked, prodding me on the shoulder.

I jumped away from him like his prodding finger was a giant tarantula. "Flipping heck," I squealed.

"Woah, chill, it's just your friendly neighbour Locker Buddy," he said, chuckling at my wide-eyed expression.

I brushed a hand over my cheek and tried to calm my racing heart. "You almost scared my socks off," I exclaimed.

He looked down at my shiny shoes and then back up into my eyes. His long purposeful gaze gave me several fantastic seconds to admire his exquisitely long eyelashes. "But you aren't wearing any socks?"

"Huh." I looked down at my feet. He was right. No socks. "Then I guess you almost scared my shoes off?" I wrinkled my nose. That just sounded weird.

"Sorry about that. I said hey a couple of times, you were kind of out of it." He leaned forward peering at me closely, so close that my heart did a very loud BA-DUMP that was so loud he almost certainly could have heard it. "What were you thinking about?"

"Ugh." I blinked at him. I didn't really want to share my concerns about my dad's dating life. In fact, I wasn't even keen to talk to dad about that. So instead I blurted out, "Spiders." Thinking about those tarantula fingers of his.

He stared at me for a moment before laughing. "That's weird."

I giggled awkwardly and turned into my locker to pull a face where he couldn't see me. This was going terribly.

"Anyway, I'd have waved a hand in front of your face or something," he continued, blind to my flaming cheeks. "But I kind of have my hands full."

I peeked out from behind my locker door and saw that he was holding a massive pile of papers. I hadn't noticed before, I'd been too wrapped up in my jump scare, but now he had my interest. He set them down in his locker and lifted the top piece to show me. It was just a plain flyer with some black text on a white page. The writing wasn't even very interesting and was in some obscure tiny font. I squinted at the page trying to read the words.

"Join the student council. Multiple seats available," I recited back to him. It was a travesty. Whoever had made it literally had no creative ingenuity. "You won't get many applicants with this flyer; you can barely read it and it definitely won't stand out next to the cheerleader's neon pink signs." Which were already plastered up and down the halls for try-out season. Not that I'd looked too closely, sports weren't my thing. It just kind of stood out so much it was hard not to notice.

Elijah turned the flyer back to himself, his gaze flittering up and down it. "You're probably right, but we don't have a lot of artsy people on the council at the moment. It's one of the seats we really need filling. Somebody with a creative flare to add a little brightness to our events."

I nodded. "You definitely need that. Your flyer looks like a place where flyers go to die. Or maybe the great great grandfather of all flyers. Either way, it's awful."

Elijah looked at me for a long moment before thrusting the flyer into my hands. "You should definitely apply," he said smiling. "You knew immediately what was wrong with the flyer. Whereas I didn't even give it a second thought. You clearly have a knack for this."

I turned the paper over in my hands. "I don't know..."

"I mean, even your hair is blazing. It's like you were made for this role," he said earnestly. He closed his locker door with the flyers tucked deep inside. "Promise me you'll think about it?"

I'd never joined any kind of school club before, it didn't really interest me. Student council interested me least of all. It was all about organising events and representing the school as a model student and talking to teachers about student's concerned. Frankly I wasn't all that invested in school activities. Sure, I turned up to the dances and stuff, but did I want to be a part of the group that planned it. Not really. That seemed like a lot of pressure and I didn't work well under pressure.

Looking down at the page, I couldn't help reminding myself of my goal. The goal was Elijah Walker, and here he was handing me an opportunity to start working on Step Number Four. Find some common ground.

"How much sparkle could I bring to this role?" I asked, getting the important questions out of the way. "Because I'm totally against people dulling my sparkle."

He nodded thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on his locker door. "As the recently elected student council president, I can assure you that there will be no dulling of sparkles of any kind," he said, putting on a very assuring tv presenter voice.

My mouth twisted sideways thoughtfully. "How do you feel about rainbows?"

"Love them," he said without hesitating.

At this point I was certain he was just going to agree with anything I said if I would just promise to apply. It was difficult not to take advantage of that and this back and forth was creating these wonderful flutters in my stomach.

"What about dragons?" I said, giving him my most sincere look. "Do you like dragons? Because I really like dragons."

"I can't believe you just asked me that," he said, his brows shooting up. He leaned in and whispered furtively, "Because I actually have a dragon."

His voice was so serious that I couldn't help laughing. "Okay I'll think about it then."

He grinned triumphantly. "Great. I'm doing the open door for applicants tomorrow, so I'll see you then?"

I shrugged, and blushed a little. I was so nervous all of a sudden now we'd switched back to normal talking. Was that flirting? It felt like flirting. Then again, I'd been with Alex so long I wasn't really one-hundred percent sure what that actually looked like anymore. "Sure... maybe."

**Authors Note**

Is it just me or was Elijah being kind of flirty for someone who doesn't date. Or was he just trying to convince Mae to join the council?

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