Chapter 2// "That was anything but kinky "
"Elliott" It sounds like my breath has been knocked out of me.
"Dawson" He half smiles at me. Almost melting my entire heart.
"Nice to see you again Dawson."
My heart thumps out of my chest and into my throat. That doesn't even make sense but this boy has only said like 10 words to me and now my head is a hazy mess.
Really Crescent, when did you become one of his crazy fangirls? Do you not remember who this is?
Yes, this is your brother's best friend and yes he might look even hotter than before (If that's even possible) but that doesn't mean you should melt at every word that exits his perfect lips.
"Come on Crescent we all know that party animal is still somewhere in there" he smirks. My name rolls off his tongue almost poetically. "Are you not going to shout at me, push me into any lockers?"
"Or I mean I can be the one pushing you into the lockers" He winks at me.
I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. He probably thinks I've become incompetent. He bites the inside of his cheek trying to stop himself laughing, he knows I have so much to say I just can't form the words.
"So long time no see" His glassy blue eyes bore into mine. It looks as though every time he blinked his eyes would smash and personally I want to look anywhere except his eyes.
They were so bright that they could most definitely brighten the darkest of tunnels.
If only he was that bright in his head.
"Yeh, I guess you could say that"I meant for it to come out softly but instead it comes out snappy and rude.
Did I mention that me and Elliott Grayson, the most popular boy in school, have a history together?
Oh, I must have forgotten to mention that incy wincy detail. Whoops!
"Here's me thinking you totally disappeared off the face of the earth. Until today. The sister of THE Daniel Dawson loved by all. You're hated by both Arabella and Winter yet you've kept yourself so well hidden" He walks closer to me as if examining me.
"How did you do that?" His deep voice is mesmerizing that I can barely understand what he is saying.
"I...I don't know" Is all that falls out my mouth.
"How the fuck did I not recognize you, how have I not seen you" His voice low but just loud enough for me to hear.
He's got to be kidding me he's the one that disappeared from the school for nearly a year and then suddenly returns, looking like he was hit by a puberty bus. When he was gone, I'd never felt happier, I mean there was no one to torment me. I thought Elliott Grayson was gone for good. Until he returned midterm...
By that time my world had fallen apart and Aribella and Winter hated my guts. But just before his return the gossip of me died down and I was just like every other irrelevant human in this school.
And so when he returned I practically hid from him. I struggle to get through the torment of Aribella Jones, I think I would break if Elliott joined back in.
"How did you suddenly become the most unpopular girl in the school and Aribella's new target?"
"I don't know okay!" I shout at him. "Maybe she took a page out of your book"
Yes, Elliott Grayson was once a scrawny little kid who used to prank me until I would tear my hair out. I wouldn't really call it bullying it was more pathetic than anything else.
I had thought he had totally forgotten about me and he had grown some balls but it seems as if he had a second chance he would still make my life a living hell.
He let's out a laugh.
"You still remember that day in 6th grade when you were giving a speech in front of the whole school and I poured bird poo mixed with water over you"
I give a sarcastic laugh.
"Once a douche always a douche. So when did you become Mr. Popular. Last time I checked you couldn't sleep with the lights off" I see a blush cross his tanned cheeks.
"When did you become such a sour puss "
"Don't worry I bite as well "
I jump as the bell rings and the corridor begins to crowd.
"Let's take you somewhere to get dried off" He begins to strut away, I don't know whether to follow him or not. Finally, I decide it won't do any harm. Haha, who am I kidding?
He abruptly stops outside the boys changing room and unlocks the door with a key he pulls out of his pocket.
He eases the door open and holds it with one hand as he looks at me with one eyebrow quirked up.
"Are you not coming?"
"I am not going into the boy's changing room" I scoff "and you can't make me"
"Really? " Somewhere deep inside his voice, there is a menacing tone.
He wraps his soft hand around my petite wrist as he tugs me into what looks like hell.
The contact of his skin on me is exhilarating. I glance down at his hand and back into his eyes, trying to hold back a blush that threatens to flow across my cheeks.
What if this was another prank. This was it, I look at the sun through the windows and bid it goodbye.
He switches on the light and I see the inside of a messy boys changing room. I walk a few steps behind Elliott looking around at the mess.
I swear to go if I find a dead skunk, Elliott is going to die a painful death.
"Dawson"
"Yeh"
"Think fast" I don't think even have time to look up as I feel something over my face.
A strong scent of honeysuckle overpowers my senses until I realise it's a bit weird to be sniffing a towel that a boy throws at you.
"It smells nice for being locked in a boys changing room that smells like a dead camel" Which is pretty much a poor excuse for a thank you.
"It belongs to me" That makes me stop running the towel through my hair. His towel.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
He bursts out into laughter filling the empty room with echoes of his laughter.
"You don't need to apologise I gave it to you. How could the once popular, athletic and crazy girl become so innocent?" And here comes that blush running back to my cheeks right on track.
"Here" He passes me a pile of clothes and my hand touches his warm skin.
I abruptly pull back my hand away like it's hit fire. A smirk dances on his lips.
"Well turn around then"
"What, can't I watch the show?"
"If you even dare to take a peek at me I'll shove a fork in both your eyes them fry them and feed them to my kitten" He turns around slowly.
"Kinky" I raise an eyebrow at his comment. That was anything but kinky.
"So what does it feel like to be living in the shadow of Daniel." His question startles me and I end up dropping the pile of clothes.
"Em... I don't know. I don't mind. I...I..." I have no idea how to reply to such a sudden question.
"You're cute when you blush." He chuckles. I feel as though I'm just hit by a brick. He is obviously playing the player's game. He'd won over both Aribella and Winter and now he is messing with me. Tugging at my emotions.
"You can't even see my face"
"I have eyes on the back of my head"
"I really hope you don't mean that" I unbutton my shirt and pull the new one on, it's a size too small but it has to do though it tightly holds on to my figure.
"Do you have a longer and less clinging skirt?" I huff pulling the skirt up, it barely covering my backside.
"Nope, I don't think I own any clothes that once belonged to a nun" he happily replies with a 'pop'
I finally groan out loud signaling that I have finished changing.
He turns around and wolf whistles at me as he runs a hand through his dark hair, messing it up.
"Someone grew a nice pair of boobs. Let me guess an E cup." He did not just say the word boobs in front of me.
Elliott Grayson the boy who always made fun of me is now complimenting me on my boobs.
If I didn't know better this is definitely a 'what the fuck' moment.
I feel like asking him why he owns these clothes but I simply do not want to know the answer.
"Can we leave now?"
"Not until I've given you a little Elliott advice"
"A little what" I scoff.
"Advice"
"Well I bet that's not the only little thing" I mutter low under my breath.
"I heard that and it hurt" he pouts placing his hand on his very muscular chest. His shirt is so tight that I didn't even see the point in him wearing one?
If he heard you say that out loud he will never let you forget it.
I roll my eyes and begin to pile up my clothes, trying to not flash the second hottest male at Northwest high.
"I advise you skip the rest of the school day if you want to still have your body in one full piece"
"You know I can interpret that in two ways"
"Well interpret it in the way where if you carry on through this day you're going to find your head on a stick by non-other than Aribella Jones"
"Wow that's descriptive"
"And by the way Dawson, I'm picking you up tomorrow before school" He leaves me with my mouth wide open.
" Over my dead body "
"If that's what it takes" He smirks just as cocky as before. He thinks he can just swagger back into my life, and act like he's a changed person. Well I know better, the cold, mischievous Elliott will come out soon.
"Since when did you become my guardian Angel" I scoff
"More like your knight in shining armor"
"Please last time I checked you were pouring yellow hair dye in my shampoo"
"Then you kicked me out your house and threatened if I ever came near you again you would go all 'hulk' on me.
The memory is all too clear to me because that was the day Elliott Grayson vanished.
"I have no idea what you're on about" I huff crossing my arms.
"I'm picking Daniel up anyway so I'll give you a lift too" He sighs knowing he's not going to get through to me.
"Oh, and by the way Dawson I can see your lacy red bra through your shirt" With that he flew out the room leaving behind his sweet honeysuckle scent. My cheeks turn the exact same shade as my bra.
Geez! This guy was the recreation of Edward Cullen. With the mysterious disappearing and girls literally falling at his feet.
All I can do is blink my eyes at the exit door until a rampage of boys throttle into the changing room and with that, I run out for dear life.
***
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Cause I'm missing more than just your body.
*random trumpet music*
Ohhh, is it too late now to say sorry.
Yeh I know now that I let to u down is it too late to say sorry now
Owww.
Sorryyyyyy.
I crack my eyes open and try and press the off bottom of my clock. Sadly I end up pushing it on to the floor, along with my lamp and my glasses.
God Crescent try not to wake the whole of China.
To make matters worse as I drag myself out of bed, I end up tangling my ankles in the wire connecting my lamp to the socket. Great.
Holy sugar! I look down at my wooden flooring only to see the shattered pieces of glass. I lift up the frame of my glasses and put my finger through the gap that usually holds the glass.
I am officially blind.
I carefully walk into my bathroom, instead, I end up crashing into the wall but no fear because I feel my way along and eventually open my bathroom door.
I search for my emergency contact lenses cause I'm pretty sure my regular ones are done. When my hand grasps a small box I sigh in relief.
Wow it's was nice to be able to see again.
But if you like causing trouble up on hotel rooms.
If you like having secret little rendezvous.
If you like to do the things, you know that we shouldn't do....
Then baby.....
"Shut that fucking music off" Daniel screeches from across the hall. I am more of the morning sibling.
I grab my phone and slide the answer symbol.
"Hey mom"
"Crescent, honey dear, how are you?
You know it's not like I didn't just smash my glasses. It's not like I have to straighten my frizzy hair this morning. It's not like Elliott Grayson suddenly realizes that I still exist. Other than that life is a walk in the park.
"I'm great"
"Well honey I need to tell you that....."
...I'm prefect
Then baby I'm perfect for you.
Then if you like midnight driving with the windows down.
And if our like going places we can't even.
"CRESCENT BAY DAWSON TURN THAT FUCKING PHONE OFF" Shouts Daniel. Nope he's definitely not a morning person that's for sure.
"Sorry mom give me one second"
I answer the second call without looking at the caller ID.
"Welcome to Crescent's phone how may I help you?" I mentally high five myself.
"Babe where are you I'm waiting for you?"
"Excuse me"
"Oh Crescent darling you didn't tell me you were going out with someone. Especially someone with such a charming voice"
"Sorry mom, it's not a boy"
Great, Crescent please smash a lamp against your head.
"Are you sure darling because that was a very manly voice I just heard"
"Are you still wearing the red bra"
I cringe. If there are some things you don't want your mom to hear that is definitely one of them.
"Please use protection kids. I don't want any mini Crescent's and Mr. Sexy voice's running around the house" Her tone was high pitched and squeaky. I could tell she wanted to squeal and jump about.
My crazy mom. I can already tell she was planning our wedding.
I close the phone on her and look at the caller ID. It's unknown.
"You'd better tell me you're not Elliott Grayson or else I'm going to bury you"
"I'm glad to hear your voice too, Dawson"
Suddenly all I can hear is Daniel shouting.
"Crescent why is Elliott standing outside our house throwing rocks at your windows"
Here to pick Daniel up my ass, Daniel didn't obviously know that Elliott was coming.
I run to my windows and open my One Direction curtains.
There is Elliott; the Greek god, standing on my perfect lawn looking as sexy as ever.
With a very large stone in one hand and his phone placed against his ear in his other.
A full blown smirk painted on his face and his blue eyes shining towards me.
Edited, I mean I think it is?