''Foolish people do'
Chapter 5:
(Ella's POV)
"I can't be away from you," he said. I felt my heart stop a second. Why was he telling me this? Was he leading me on to hurt me?
I pulled to the curb in front of my offices and ran out of the car as quickly as possible. I wanted to run away from the situation, I wanted to run away from the truth but as I could hear him, the truth was running after me.
"Ella" He shouted. My mind was running wild, he came back and now he's telling me he can't stay away. I kept on speed walking to my office to get it over and done with. I was at a stop waiting for the elevator and he managed to catch up with me and stood there with me before going into the elevator. When we got in, I looked down at my shoes to avoid eye contact. He took hold of my hand and as our fingers intertwined, I turned and hugged him tight. I felt the connection we had like a strong pull, urging me to never let go. I placed my hand on his cheek wanting to feel the connection deeply when his hand slipped around my waist.
"Dylan, I can't" I whispered. I let go of him as the doors opened. When we walked out of the elevator, I turned to him. I didn't want my colleagues to think I was doing something in my office so I made him stay at the entrance.
"I'll be back in a minute, just don't move," I said before I walked to my office. I turned around and saw him looking around obviously remembering the memories making me smile. I went into my office, closing the door behind myself and sitting down on the chair at my desk for a second to catch up with myself.
"What am I doing?" I spoke talking to myself. I looked over at a photo frame that was faced down. I got up and looked at it, It was me and Dylan at a paint-festival that someone took of us. I put it face up, grabbed my books as some kid walked in, looking nervous.
"Can I help you?" I asked thinking he was lost, nobody comes into my office, I don't know why but they just don't. He looked familiar like I had seen him somewhere but I couldn't work it out.
"Hi, I'm Eric, Are you my mo - I mean Ella?" He asked sounding a little confused as to what to say. Why did I feel as if I knew him? Or had least seen him before? He closed the door behind himself as I collected some stuff and organized some papers.
"That's me, how can I help?" I asked watching him, he was emitting a body language that told me he didn't even know. I tried to carry on collecting my books and files together but I could see he was nervous.
"Actually it doesn't matter, I can see you're busy. I'll come back some other time." He said turning around for the door. I stood quickly, feeling bad for not giving him my attention.
"Are you sure? I'm free to talk now." I started not wanting to make him feel comfortable.
"No, it's fine. I'll catch up with you tomorrow or something." He replied before practically running out the door. Well, that was weird. I decided to ignore it and leave to go to Dylan. I closed the door behind me and when I turned around, He saw me and smiled. He ran over to me and took the books from me obviously noticing my struggle.
"Here give em' to me," He spoke grinning.
"Thanks," I said before walking towards Jerry.
"Hey, Jerry," I said trying to be polite.
"Hi," he said looking shy. Jerry has always been so sweet to me, I never really understood why but it was nice to have a friend in the office.
"Did you have the administrator call you back after all about the missing data?" I asked remembering his frustration with another colleague.
"Yeah, they said they'd get back to me next Tuesday," he said.
"Well I should go, good luck on those documents," I said before noticing Dylan was gradually getting closer to the elevator. When we were in, There was a moment of silence but it didn't last because I had things I needed to say. Luckily Dylan knew this and started something.
"So where to now?" He asked as if the main subject was minor. Just as I was about to give him a piece of my mind, My phone rang. I checked the caller ID and it was Joe.
"Hey," I said
"Where are you?" He shouted down the phone, his tone sounding deeper and angrier than I've ever heard him before.
"Calm down Joe, I've just left the office," I explained.
"I can't believe you actually went with him!" he shouted
"I told you I needed to talk to him," I said not raising my voice at all and kept the same tone. The next thing I heard was a long beep meaning he had hung up.
"What did he have for breakfast? Bitch-flakes?" Dylan said making me giggle.
"I don't get why he gets like this? It's like he's paranoid" I said remembering this wasn't the first time he got paranoid about Dylan.
*Flashback*
It was Dylan's Birthday which what I thought he would turn 23. I wanted to go to the park where Dylan and I spent the majority of the holiday. When I told Joe where we were going, he got mad.
"He's gone!" Joe shouted at me stopping me from getting my bag.
"Why is this such a big issue, Joe?" I shouted back, I didn't know that this would trigger more anger inside him, He picked up a vase of flowers and threw them at the door which was next to me. I stood still now frightened of what he would do next.
"Ella ... I'm" He said stuttering just clicking on how close the vase was to actually hit me. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the house. I came back a few hours later and the apartment was trashed and things were smashed and broken. I walked closer into the apartment stepping on glass and saw that knives were stabbed into walls. The only thing that looked untouched was my hidden door behind the shelving unit.
"Joe?" I shouted scared that he would come out but I had no response. I looked around the apartment and he still wasn't there. I saw a note on my bed:
'You should learn to listen and leave Dylan behind'
Later on, I called the police and said it was a break-in and my insurance covered all the damage.
*Flashback Over*
"Ella I know," he said
"Know what?" I said coming out of my daydream.
"I've been watching over you, I know what he did to your apartment," He said looking over at me.
"You've been watching over me?" I asked a little weird-ed out but mostly annoyed. The number of times I swear I could feel someone around me but no-one was there, the number of times I've cried about him, the amount of times I needed him and he wasn't there.
"Not all the time, I've had to keep a low profile with my dad in Montana for a few months but I've always kept a certain distance if that's what you're worried about," he said looking down at the books. I didn't know what to say for a moment, and then I remembered that Joe came back with a black eye that night and didn't know-how. The elevator doors opened and we got out and headed for the car.
"Was it you who gave him the black eye?" I asked disturbing the silence.
"Every action has a consequence and if I could have, it would have been worse," he said as we got to the car.
"Boot?" he said gesturing to the stuff he was holding. I smiled as I got in, Its nice that he cared enough to do that for me. I waited for him to get in the car.
"Swap seats," he said not bothering to put his seat-belt on
"What?" I said confused and wanting an explanation
"Swap seats," he said before I got out and swapped seats with him.
"Why did I swap seats with you?" I asked putting my seat-belt on.
"Because you don't know where my parents live," he said driving off.
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Wicked Game (Dylan O'Brien)
Romance"I want you back," he said as I looked up from the ground. "Don't" I said trying to stop him, I didn't want to talk about us anymore. We were over and this connection wasn't helping us in any way, in fact, it just pulled us closer to each other. "No...
