Chapter 17// "Elliott did you just call me Satan"
"You look familiar. Do we have class together?" I jump up in surprise by the voice beside me, turning, I see his notorious blue eyes gaze at me.
"Please tell me someone smashed your head off a wall and you got Amnesia"
"I could have sworn we had chemistry together"
"Yeh we do..." I look up at him realizing he is toying with me. I use my shoulder to shove him, but he barely moves an inch. He continues to playfully smile at me.
"Do you mind if I walk you to class" He asks.
My eyes are narrowed in his direction. Why is he asking me he does whatever he wants anyway?
"Cause my mother told me to follow my dreams"
"Well if you want to follow your dreams then the janitor closet is that way:" I point down the corridor.
"Why would my dreams be in a closet"
"Don't you dream about fucking girls, well I bet there are a line of them waiting to get a piece of you in there"
His brows crease when he frowns as he stands directly in front of me, I attempt to walk around him but he won't budge.
"Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?"
"What is this?" I shake my head.
"Its international pick up line day"
"Pick up line day? Is that a thing"
We enter the half-full classroom and Elliott continues to follow me.
"Elliott stop following me"
"But who else am I going to practice my pick up lines on? How about this one 'I'll treat you like homework. I'll slam you on the desk and do you all night long'"
"1. I will never be able to look at a desk the same way again and 2.If that pick up line ever works on a girl, call me up and I'll do your homework for the rest of my existence"
I sit on a desk, third from the front and put my bag on the chair next to me but Elliott doesn't get the goddamn message and sits on my bag.
Conner and Alec walk in.
'Oh if there is some mystical force above us humans please let Conner sit in front of me"
Conner looks in my direction and I grit my teeth together trying not to blush. He walks closer to Elliott and I.
'Oh mystical force if you let him sit in front of me I will try and be nicer to Elliott'
"Wait till I tell Conner you were checking him out" Elliott mocks. Does this boy always have to ruin my happy thoughts?
"I was not checking him out, I was admiring how the good lord has blessed him" Elliott opens him mouth but then Conner and Alec sit in front of us.
Conner nods his head at Elliott, or me I don't know specifically who and I don't really care. But oh Jesus Conner just acknowledged my existence.
"So it's really hot in here?' I try and make conversation with the three boys (more specifically Conner) as I flap my jotter in front of my face.
"Oh sorry should I leave?" Elliott asks placing his signature grin on his face.
"Elliott I'm putting all my effort in to not trying to slap you so please shut up"
"Well now that we're starting out as friends when do the benefits kick in" At that exact second the teacher walks in and he sharply tells us to get out our Shakespeare literature. Looks like we are going to be reading this boring book for the next double period.
As the teacher begins reading the literature Elliott brings his face close to mine and breathes softly in my ear. "Are you an angel? Cause I'm allergic to feathers"
I hear him sneeze (or fake sneeze) and look at him a little surprised. There's a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of my lips.
"Elliott stop sneezing" The old teacher snaps.
"You know I'm not going to stop till you laugh" Elliott brushes his lips on the outer shell of my ear as soon as the teacher goes back to the literature.
"Have fun trying Grayson"
"If I could rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together"
"Oh don't worry, N and O are already next to each other" I casually reply. He glares at me "That took me forever to come up with"
I take my eyes off the page and gaze at him while leaning my head against my arm.
"Okay what next, cause for once your corny jokes are better than this class"
His eyes light up in delight as I see him trying to think of another.
"Okay Cress get ready to cross your legs cause you're going to be pissing yourself at this one 'Life without you is like a broken pencil...pointless'" he wiggles his eyebrow in satisfaction for coming up with the most rubbish pick up line ever.  Elliott runs through a long list of pick up lines while I look at him amused, he seems so proud of himself.
It's actually really cute.
"You must be Jamaican cause Jamaican me crazy" Now that was a good one, I bite the inside of my bottom lip holding back a grin.
"Okay listen to this one" He's also trying to hold back his laughter, his jokes are so rubbish that they're starting to sound ridiculously funny.
"If you were a chicken you would be impeccable"
Elliott starts chuckling at his own joke which makes me let out a light laugh. His chuckle turns in to a snigger and next thing I know we can't stop laughing.
"Elliott, this is a classroom, we are discussing a tragedy"
I end up laughing harder, seeing as the teacher barely acknowledges the fact I'm also making a lot of noise.
"This isn't a classroom, this is hell with fluorescent lighting" That comment makes the class laugh.
And me, well I'm sitting there silently clutching my stomach in laughter while barking like a bloody seal. Every time Elliott glances towards me, it starts him off again. I can't help it, I really can't.
"Elliott sit on the desk behind Crescent, you seem to be a bad influence on her, and stop making inappropriate jokes"
Elliott scratches his seat off the floor as he gets up to sit on the chair behind me, I position myself so I am leaning over the book and I try and find the page we are on.
Something touches the back of my head so I run my fingers down my ponytail; I pull out a lump of an eraser and chuck it on the floor in disgust.
Oh god, I've lost my place again.
"This is so boring" Elliott groans out loud, but the teacher decides to ignore him.
"Crescent"
Just ignore him.
"Cress"
I grit my teeth.
"Cress Bay Dawson" He sings musically, which makes people turn their heads to look at him.
"What do you want Grayson?" I snap as I spin around on my chair to look at him.
"Did it hurt?" He asks me trying to keep a straight face.
My eyebrows crease.
"What?"
"When you fell from heaven"
"Elliott did you just call me Satan"
He sits there speechless trying to think of something to say. It's actually quite cute, his eyes are narrowed in thought and his naturally perfectly shapes brows are slightly creased, additionally his mouth is slightly hanging open. I look down at his lips but I quickly snap my attention back to his warm blue eyes.
"Crescent, feel my sweater"
"Elliott do you ever shut up, and also would you like me to feel your non-existent abs"
"Okay guess what it's made of? Boyfriend material"
"Sorry Elliott but I'm already in a relationship" I sigh looking at him sadly.
"With who" He says very, very loudly.
"I'm in a long distance relationship because my boyfriend lives in the future"
"You're so hot even my zipper is falling for you" Elliott winks at me.
"Well Elliott I was going to tell you a joke about my vagina but you'll never get it"
"Slay!" Alec Announces. Well I guess he has been listening to our entire embarrassing conversation.
"Silence, Elliott where are your books" Our teacher sights, while rubbing this fingers on the temples of his head. I honestly laugh when I realize that Elliott has been sitting in front of a blank desk while twirling a pencil through his long fingers.
"At home"
"And what's it doing there?"
"Having more fun than me"
Our teacher walks up to Elliott's desk, his large shoes clicking against the floor as he walks forwards, Elliott is calmly sitting on his chair looking like some sort of angel.
His almost black hair is lazily lying in his face and his eyes are filled with humor.
Our bald teacher holds his ruler directly at Elliott.
"At the end of this ruler is an idiot" He states matter of factly.
If I were Elliott I would have my mouth zipped shut but no, I don't think Elliott actually knows how to think before he speaks.
"At which end Sir?"
"DETENTION, AND OUT MY CLASS"
"Yes sir" Elliott salutes him as he grabs his backpack to walk out of class in style.
At the door he turns to look directly at me "I'm no weatherman but you can expect more than a few inches tonight
"Go to hell Grayson"
"Babe where do you think I came from"
And with that, our teacher who is currently bright red in the face slams the door right on Elliott's perfectly sculpted face.
Author note :
This chapter is filled with spelling errors but that's cause my phone is so smashed to a point where I have tape holding the screen together.
But I get my new phone on Friday so it's all good. I usually love writing in the middle of the night when the house Is quite and I should be asleep. Anyway I'll update soon don't forget to comment and vote xxx
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