Lusting For Elliot

:Part One: Chapter One

~Chapter One~

The moment I set my eyes on him, I knew I liked him.

Joining a new school could be hectic. Joining it at the start of the year took the bite out of the bark, though. The welcoming committee had sent a bubbly, talkative girl who’d met me at the school entrance.

We, my father’s family, my step-mother’s addition to that family, and I, had had to move because both adults had said it was best. Forcing a teen to leave behind childhood friends, neighbourhoods and school for their selfish gain was not the best. As expected, I was still pretty testy about it.

Elaine, the girl that was sent to welcome me, was talkative, as I’d said, but she had the sort of energetic bubble everyone would like to be close to. The private school had its students wearing pleated tartan skirts, navy blue blazers and white shirts, with a tie to boot.

As we walked to my first class, which happened to be hers as well, she’d pointed to everyone, giving me a brief history about them. I’d learned she was pretty popular as people glanced at us and waved.

“That’s Ted Marshall, he’s been here since high school began. He’s part of the swim team, third best really, works in relays, and also he can paint. Oh, he’s part of your second and sixth periods. Hey Ted, how’s the arm?”

Ted, a blonde haired guy with brown eyes, had waved back as he’d locked his locker, sinking an economics book into his messenger bag. “Swell enough to cut the waters,” he said. “How you doin’?” he winked at me.

I rolledmy eyes but smiled either way. “As you can tell, he’s a flirt,”Elaine giggled. “Oh, that’s Gracie Bryans. She’s part of the cheerleading squad, has a three point three GPO already, and she’s also part of the first aid club. Oh, she’s real nice.”

To prove just that, the brown haired, blue eyed girl walked up to us with a smile, hugged Elaine and me, the stranger, without a problem. “I heard about Monty,” she told Elaine.

That was when I saw the pout I’d already assumed Elaine didn’t have, “Who is Monty?” I asked, though dumbly.

Elaine smiled sadly. “My cat,” she said. “He died last weekend. Gracie got him for me when I was ten.”

After that, we walked off to class. I was teasing her about how her mind could become the next organic computer. “All it needs is a USB outlet, and you’ll be perfect to go.”

Elaine pouted, but she grinned anyway. It was as I was turned around, I tossed my hair from my face, and there he was.

He’d been watching me and Elaine laughing like old pals, ice like blue eyes staring endlessly. He was breathtaking; probably the reincarnation of an angel. Sunlight poured in through the halfway down wall windows, highlighting his visage just enough to announce he had curly buttery blonde hair, hair that seemed luscious and enticing.

And that pout… angelic indeed. Pink lips that seemed almost too sweet, too adorable. He should have been cutely adorable, should have had the ‘I’m an innocent blonde’ look, but something about him just seemed manly, and so not innocent.

I learned that when he smirked at something a friend behind him said, and both of them glanced at me. I came to the realisationI’d been caught staring. My cheeks suddenly felt hot, and I was so happy to have Elaine disrupt any thought I had of him.

“That would be Elliot Dupree, yes, from the Dupree Family,” she amended. The family was known for their twin brothers who each become tycoons in their own industries: one became an engineer while the other became a businessman, the engineer being this particular boy’s father.

I nodded, a little concerned that he was still staring. “Okay class, please have your seats,” the class teacher arrived before we could continue our talk, walking in almost grumpily from behind us.

Elaine smiled reassuringly, handing me back my attendance slip. “Lunch, be there,” she ordered, before walking away to the back seat, where I supposed her friends were.

I sighed, walking up to the probably in his thirties teacher who was busy organising some files while his desktop loaded on. “Sir,” I coughed to get his attention, while chatter slowly dissipated behind me.

Still, he watched.

The teacher, Mr.Daniels, glanced up with narrowed eyes, before they widened as I handed him the sheet. “Of course, a new student,” he smiled comely. “I don’t expect tardiness, Miss… Jenkins. My projects must be completed on time, and I expect questions when explanations aren’t understood, understood?”

I nodded eagerly as he sketchily signed the sheet. He handed it back to me and added. “It seems the only seat available would be beside Mr.Dupree. Do bear with him?”

I didn’t understand that part, but as I turned around to walk there, I realised that some students were watching me sympathetically. I didn’t understand that part at first, until when Mr.Daniels gave us an assignment, the next day.

Elliot was a monster.