A/N: Here it is, as I promised.... a month ago...
I feel like I'm not saying this enough.
Life sucks sometimes.
And when I say sometimes, I mean for the next 2 months.
Why can't I stay with one of my friends' houses?
Well, mom already agreed with Mrs Carter and set everything up. Plus, it would be oh so disrespectful if we cancel on last minute. Kindly note my sarcasm.
"You look delightful, dear," Mrs Carter smiled at me as she held my face by my chin with the tip of her index finger.
"Thank you, Mrs Carter," I grinned back.
Mrs Carter was a lady of her words. Got straight to the point. Didn't sugar coat anything. Loves babies. Hates people who beats around the bush.
To say I like her would be an understatement.
Elijah got his sky-high cheekbones and black hair from her.
I don't think she uses dye.
"Call me Emily, dear, I feel way too old when you call me 'Mrs Cater'."
"I can assure you, you don't look much older than 30," I chuckled.
"Thank you. Now, let's show you your room."
Mom left about 5 minutes ago, I have school in 2 hours and Amy left in the morning.
She lead me upstairs.
The walls were white and the floors were made with marble grey tiles.
There were a number of doors in the hallway but she stopped at a specific one.
"Make yourself at home. Breakfast will be ready in an hour."
That's all she said before making her way downstairs to do her own thing.
See why I like her?
I opened the door and made myself at home, just like she asked. I looked to see that my bags were left next to the bed.
I picked up my school bag and put it on my bed, then started to put all my clothes in the closet.
When I was finished, there was still about 30 minutes left so I started scrolling through TikTok.
Ooooh, that guy's H O T.
Her nails look GOOOOOOD.
I want some wine.
Now I want a chicken sandwich.
I looked at the time to see that almost 15 minutes was passed already, so, I made my way downstairs to explore or whatever.
I don't know why, but I feel this uncontrollable urge to be on good terms with Emily.
I mean, I will be living with her for the next 2 months and frankly, I like her. That's saying a lot since liking some adults is difficult as fuck.
Seriously though. They just keep on ranting and ranting.
Anyways, I was walking downstairs to see that Elijah was walking upstairs.
I froze on my spot and so did he.
He had beads of sweat on his forehead and was panting slightly.
He was wearing dark grey sweatpants with a black tank top (which showed off his biceps) and pair of running shoes.
Yup, he's back from a morning run... and he looks good.
No means NO.
Do NOT ever think that again!
This is Elijah.
Your least favourite person on this planet.
Nope. That's Katrina.
He's an asshole.
A charming one.
Who asked for your opinion?
Bitch, he's my boo and he's sexy.
Shut the fuck up.
"Sorry," I said quickly before starting to go back downstairs on the other side.
Did I really just say that to him?
I need to work on that... as soon as I get to go downstairs since he's not blocking my way with one of his well-toned arms.
"Move," I rolled my eyes.
"I said, MOVE."
"Oooh, feisty. I like that."
"Yeah, and would like to be kicked in the balls as well? Cause that's what comes with feisty."
"I can think of something else you can do with my balls. Which also involves that pretty little mouth of yours..."
"You're disgusting!" I pushed him out of my way and made the rest of my way downstairs but not before hearing him chuckle.
Like I said, he's GROSS.
Eh, I still think it's Katrina.
Let's agree and disagree at the same time, shall we?
I cleared my throat awkwardly in the table.
Me, Elijah and Emily were apparently having breakfast together.
"So, Eva, how is high school going?" Emily asked, probably hoping to make a difference to the extremely awkward atmosphere.
"It's great. Everything's going well."
Way to impress her!
After you at least make out with my boo.
Yeah, I'm planning on making a move.
Yeah. Brandon is mega-hot.
Bitch, I wasn't talking about that bitch. I was talking about the sex-god sitting opposite to you.
Quit with the silly crush.
No, you quit with the silly crush on Brandon and go after a real man.
Yeah, right. I'll put that on my to-do list.
Right after never.
"How's everything going with the business?"
"Oh, it's great, thanks for asking," Emily gave me a polite smile.
From then on, breakfast went quietly, and it was super awkward.
"Elijah, would you mind driving Eva to her school?"
"No, thank you-"
"I don't mind," Elijah gave us a grin but was I the only one who saw the devious gleam in his eyes?
"Really, I'm good on my own. I can make it."
"Oh, your school's just on my way to the office. It'll be my pleasure."
Eh, might as well save my energy.
"Thank you. I appreciate it."
I got in the car and put on the seatbelt.
It was 8:18 am and I needed to be in school by at most 8:45 am.
Elijah got in the car, looking all fancy and... (as much as I hate to admit it) hot with the white button down shirt paired with the slick, black blazer and the black denim jeans.
I, on the other hand, was wearing a white blouse with ripped denim jeans and I added a pair of black stilettoes and a Gucci belt to go with it.
"Why are you doing this?" I rolled my eyes.
"What? It's always been my pleasure to help my least favourite Jackson."
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