Chapter 15: Part one// "Happy birthday you poor excuse for a brother"
My legs are crossed as I silently sit on one of our comfortable chairs. I am completely engrossed in a new book and I'm about to reach the climax when I hear Daniel, Aiden, and Alec come trampling down the stairs.
"Cress" Daniel shouts the second he sees me. I carefully place the book down and try and make a slick escape but Daniel throws his weight on top of me and the other 2 boys also flatten me.
"You're flattening my boobs," I gasp under the heap of fat boys.
"Happy birthday Cress!" Daniel shouts as loud as he can.
"Lack of oxygen" I wheeze out.
They eventually get off me when I have turned as purple as the day I was born. Aiden holds out his hand to help me up. I happily take it till he slips his hand out my grasp and I slip on to my ass, which makes Aiden laugh.
"You might be one year older but your still as naive as ever"
I get up from the floor rubbing my sore butt and I pull Daniel into a tight hug.
"Happy birthday you poor excuse for a brother"
"Do you know if she's coming home?" He whispers in my ear so quietly that no one but me can hear.
"Tomorrow" I smile. I can't tell if he's happy or angry with my answer, but even though he said he never cared about her, I know he still loves her; well she raised us.
"So where is the birthday cake?" Aiden asks.
"Aiden" Alec scorns.
Daniel looks at his watch in worry.
"We need to go and meet Elliott and Conner in 10 minutes"
"Why?" I ask slightly annoyed that they are leaving.
"Because we need to buy as much alcohol as we can legally buy"
"Your not legally allowed to buy any alcohol" I reply rolling my eyes.
"Sorry I meant as much alcohol as we can illegally buy" Aiden smirks at me.
There is no point in asking what it's for; obviously for one of the biggest house parties of the year that will be hosted by me and Daniel (I am being forced in to this situation).
Almost as soon as they have left Emily arrives holding a gigantic box that has a red ruffled bow placed on the top "Happy birthday" She squeals dropping the huge present and embracing me in a hug.
"I can't even explain how excited I am for tonight, everyone is so hyped up about it" For some reason she looks happier than usual. Something must have happened.
"Emily why are you smiling so much you look like you're about to start farting rainbows"
"Daniel went to Aribella's house last night and literally blew up at her about what happened, from what I heard it really kicked off"
My eyes widen at every word that falls out her mouth and my heart swells up. I know what Daniel is like when he is angry and it's not pretty, he probably got that from our father.
"Who knew Daniel could kick ass"
***
"Stop it" I slap Elliott's hand away from my hair. Instead he brings his hand to pull my hair again.
"Do you mind?" I ask him.
"You look so cute with pigtail's"
"It's 2 French braids" I sigh as he fiddles with my hair.
"Pigtail's" He comments stubbornly.
"French Braids"
"Pigtail's"
"Okay Elliott look at me I have pigtails on my head" I pull my French braids above my head and wiggle them about. A smile plays at Elliott's lips.
"What do they do?" He asks trying to pull one out. I swat his hand, he holds it in shock a red mark forming on the back of it.
"It's to make your hair go curly" I sigh trying to blow up a balloon, the stupid silver balloon won't let air stay in it, giving up I chuck the piece of plastic aside.
"Really that's so cool, I've always wanted curly hair, do you think it would work on me?" he asks.
I give him a hard look, I can't help but crack up in laughter and don't know whether he is being serious or not. But by his expression he looks slightly offended.
"Sure let me try" I tug at his soft nearly black hair and use all my effort to try and twirl it together.
"Elliott have you seen the knife from the kitchen the one you used to open..."
Daniel walks into the living room but stops in his tracks when he sees me braiding Elliott's hair. Well, this isn't awkward.
"I'm not even going to ask what is going on?" He comments giving me a weird expression, which makes me burst in to a fit of giggles for a second time.
This is not exactly the kind of scenario I would want to have my hands in his dark locks but it's close enough.
"Many girls would die to run their fingers through my sexy hair" He gloats.
"I don't see anything special about it"
"I bet your heart is beating at 100mph just cause I'm sitting in front of you"
"As if" I lie.
"I could check your heartbeat to see if your lying" He suggests.
"Elliott you're just looking for an excuse to touch my boobs"
When I'm done, his hair looks nothing like a French braid, just a clump of hair wrapped in a bobble. He turns round to grin at me in satisfaction with his pearly white teeth.
"Close your eyes" He tells me.
I force my eyelids down.
'He's going to cut your braids off'
My conscience tells me. His hand gently runs down my shoulder and brush my hair away from my back.
'Crescent open your eyes stop him before he cuts them off' I tell myself.
A cold piece of cold metal touchs the tip of my collarbone.
' Oh my god he's going to slice my head off'
"I'm not going to hurt you Dawson" He sniggers. Whoops did I say that out loud?
I feel the cold metal wrap around my neck and I touch the area in the middle of my chest, my eyes open and I reach down to touch the pendant. I turn around to look at Elliott, his blue eyes are glimmering like the night sky.
Looking back down at the necklace, I place the pendant in my palm. I look at it closely and see a half moon then attached to the inside of the moon is a tiny wolf with it's head tilted upwards almost as if it is howling.
"You always used to make fun of my second name, that it reminded you of a wolf" He begins to tell me.
"You used to call me wolf boy, at first I hated it, but after a while I fell in love with it" His eyes are staring directly in to my black pupils.
"With the name?" I ask.
"Sure" He reply's, except his words seem to have a deeper meaning behind them, but I don't feel it's the right time to ask, instead I nudge his shoulder playfully.
"Stop it" I say. His eyebrows crease and the glimmer in his eyes fade.
"Stop playing with me and pretending you care, because Elliott we know what you want to do"
"So do you like it?" He asks completely changing the topic. I run my fingers over the cold metal; I love it, I really do. Not the fact that it reminds me of Elliott, okay maybe that makes me like it a little bit more, but also it is utterly gorgeous.
"Its cute" is all I reply. He raises his dark brown eyebrow at me.
"Is it as cute as me?"
"Elliott if you go look at yourself in the mirror you will find the dictionary definition of ugly"
"That hurts" He says pretending to pout. Damn that pout.
*
One step at a time Crescent you can do this.
I take another step down in my atrocious heels holding on to the staircase for dear life.
"Five more to go" I whisper to myself. Suddenly my tight dress tugs up, so I use a hand to pull it back to its appropriate position.
Bad move because my life flashes in front of my eyes until a firm grip holds on to my petite frame. I peel open one eye to see the unfamiliar touch of my knight in shining armor.
His pale blue eyes look at me in concern. "You really need to watch yourself there" He tells me when I finally reach the ground.
'Crescent stop blushing you look like he just kissed you, all he did was touch your waist'
At my thoughts, my stomach does a flip. "Thank you Conner" I smile trying not to show my embarrassment.
"Anytime" He says as he walks past me up the stairs. I let out a loud breath as I am finally alone and rub my sweaty palms against my dress. God why does he have to be so mysterious?
Also why is he casually going upstairs? Really these boys act as though they own this house.
"Aw somebody has a crush" Oh god.
"Elliott don't be preposterous, of course I don't have a crush on the Bad boy of the school" I roll my eyes laughing at him mockingly.
"If he's a bad boy then what am I?" he asks curiously.
I walk up to him and stand in front of him still not able to reach his height but I am close enough. I place my index finger on his chest. He looks down at my hand, a confused expression plastered on his perfect features.
"You, Elliott Grayson..." I begin, but before he can react I lift my finger up to flick his nose, which catches him by surprise "...You are a fuckboi"
I walk off in to the kitchen before I can see his reaction.
Emily rushes in to the hall "Emily are you sure you've got enough hairspray in your hair?" I ask looking at her big bold hair.
"Well its not everyday my best friend has a birthday party, I've got to live up to your standards"
A herd of loud chatter clatters through the hall as people begin entering my house ready to get drunk out their minds.
"Go say hello, its your birthday" Emily encourages me.
I try and escape but Emily guides me by the shoulders towards a crowd of girls.
"Hi Cress" She smiles like we have been longtime best friends, I smile back "Oh you are?" I ask.
"We have history together" She over dramatically squeals.
"Oh yeah" Is all I respond trying to act like I remember her when I have no clue who she is.
Soon the house is filled with horney teenagers and there are red paper cups lying everywhere. The music is blazing through the house and I try and attempt to make my way through the crowd towards the kitchen.
I chug a glass of water down as I feel myself heating up due to the number of people around me. I decide to glance into the fridge and see if Daniel has picked up anything decent to eat. A pile of brown chocolaty treats catches my attention.
Daniel specially bought me brownies for my birthday, I feel touched by his surprising gesture.
I happily take one from the pile and lift it into my mouth; I taste the immense amount of chocolate. I moan out loud and get a few odd glances but ignore them. When I'm halfway through my third one I feel like I'm hit by a tsunami. My blood suddenly runs cold and my head begins to pound.
I quickly tremble towards the sink and slowly sip a glass of water, slowly my dizziness subsides and I throw my heels aside and pad in to the living room to the dancing crowd of teenagers.
"Is that really Crescent?" I hear someone near me whisper.
I completely ignore them as I continue to move my body to the beat of the music spilling the continents of my red cup everywhere. I wildly jump around feeling the music inside my veins.
"Cress" I look at the person in front of me. I use my arm to flip my hair out my face. I squint my eyes and smile at the person in front of me.
Taking his hand, I pull him towards the carpet near the object that is letting out the deafening music.
"Dance with me Grayson" I shout above the noise and make him spin me around, he more than willingly continues to guide me.
I take a step forward and fall into him as he loses his balance. I fall gracefully on top of him as he lands with a loud thump. Laying my head on his chest I begin to laugh, I don't even find a reason to be laughing but even the sound of Elliott's fast heartbeat is making me giggle.
"You are so beautiful when you laugh" His voice is calm and not high pitched like mine. He isn't heating up like me.
He looks at my hair "It really is curly"
I look at him in his deep blue eyes; he stares back at me his eyes completely focused on my face. I place my left hand on to his chest and try and lift myself up but instead my hand slips and my face lands inches from his.
Close up I see a bunch of soft freckles on the bridge of his nose and on his upper cheeks. As I examine his face he doesn't move and continues to look at me with curious eyes.
"Elliott" I breathe out, I feel his calm breaths fan my face. His browns crease in confusion; slowly I pull my face down and feel my nose touch the tip of his, as he takes in a sharp breath.
Around me, people were drinking and dancing but all I could see was Elliott's careful blue eyes waiting for my next move, I stop biting my lip and I see Elliott close his eyes almost lifting his lips up to touch mine...
Author note :
MWAHAHA yup it's a cliff hanger. This chapter was nearly 5000 words long so I decided to split it in 2. I bet your all really pissed lol.
Edited x