Lusting For Elliot

:Part One: Chapter Three

~Chapter Three~

Nope, not one bit of it was.

“I’m sorry Miss. Jenkins, but I cannot change your partner. As it is, we apply partners per their seating partners, and for the week, yours would be Mr. Dupree. Perhaps if you spoke to someone else who was willing to switch, I will accept it. Until then, I’m afraid Mr.Dupree remains as your partner.”

I felt my face fall. This couldn’t be happening to me. I was already two days into the week and here I was on my way down. This was so not happening to me.

“How about doing it on my own? That could count for something, right?” I asked hopefully, pleading with my eyes for Mr. Daniels to agree.

The man smiled sympathetically. “You have a wonderful GPO Miss. Jenkins, and it is something all the teachers are admiring about you. But one of them is the recommendation for team work performance. Would you really want to lose out on one detail? I’ve been told you have no problem charming your partners into a mutual agreement.”

I hadn’t met Elliot Dupree. Either way, I didn’t want to miss on that mark, and sighed in resignation.

Before I left, however, he called me back. I turned around at the door to give him my most disappointed look. He smiled understandingly. “I will know if Mr. Dupree isn’t part of the assignment.”

I glared, storming out. I hated Elliot at the moment, so much so that I was on the verge of punching something. Instead, I reached into my blazer jacket, making certain hall monitors weren’t watching, and dialled the number.

Okay, so I didn’t exactly get rid of the number. Sue me, but having one cute guy’s number wasn't bad. It was the first time actually attempting to call. All other times I’d kicked out the idea as ridiculous.

I clicked redial number nine, because until I thought so on the importance list, he would have been one hundred. Wait, I think I can do that.

It rung for six dials as I strode down the hallway ready for a rant. Before he picked up though, I saw his buttery blonde hair. He reached into his locker, and I thought that was crazy, and picked up a smart phone. He seemed confused at the caller ID. Thank God I hadn’t tried it yet.

“Hello,” his voice was even deeper through the phone.

“You have to be part of this, right now,” I snapped into the phone. I saw Elliot rub his brows, as if I was stressful… now. Just like that, I had an idea.

“Listen, I really can't bother with you right now-”

“Oh, you will bother, Mister. I’m sick and tired of you dishing me. We are a team on a damn project. Grow up and own up to this already.”

I’d ticked him off, I noticed. As I got closer to him, his jaws ticked with suppressed anger. “Good bye, Shortie.” And then he hung up on me.

I refused to curse, storming to where he was delicately. I watched him shove and drop things from his back and to the locker, and vice versa. When he turned around after slamming the locker door, I was there.

He jumped in shock. “What the fuck?” he looked furious, blue eyes with darker highlights.

I blushed. I wasn't that used to curse words. My finger poked him with every word I spoke. “I’m not interested in you, nor am I after some number.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. It was kind of sexy. I winced. “Get lost, Shortie,” he growled, taking a step forward, and I unconsciously took one back, a sense of foreboding crawling up my back. “That’s what I thought,” he smirked darkly, before starting to walk away.

Only I jumped into alertness and moved in front of him, holding out my hands. He stopped sharply, a scowl marring his features as anger radiated from every pore from him. My body felt hot near his as he’d nearly knocked me down at that stupid move.

He practically snarled at me as he took a step away from me, as so did I, take a step back, I mean. “What is your problem, huh?” I snapped, hands falling to my waist as I regarded him crossly.

“Right now it’s you,” he said, tossing back a lock of hair. I watched nearly mesmerized, until I shook that thought away before he noticed. “If you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to toss you into the pool.”

It was a chilling weather today, and that would have been suicide. Angered, I snapped back, squaring my shoulders. “If we don’t work on this project together, I’m going to fail because you can't get that stick out of your ass.”

Silence followed my outburst. I realised the hallways had been keenly intrigued with us for a while, and so did Elliot. He rolled his eyes. “Don't you idiots have someplace to be?” he snapped at them.

I was astounded. “Hey, those are people, you dimwit,” I snapped, even going as far as shoving him on the shoulder. He didn’t budge much, but surprised icy blues returned to me. “At least they know how to respect partners, unlike you.”

He scoffed. “Who’s being disrespectful here?” he quirked a brow.

“That’s not the point here,” I snapped.

“What’s the point then?”

“You’re a jerk,” I deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes, “Thank you, now move,” and he tried to go around me.

I took a step into his path, and again, we collided. Both of us took steps back, and I noticed he noticed how my cheeks blushed. I was dead if I didn’t finish this now. “You're a selfish, egotistical jerk whose brain needs a recharge and whose heart is more mummified than King Tut. You don’t want me as an enemy, Elliot. I can go to great lengths to get what I want even if it means getting downright dirty.”

Finally, a mocking smirk lifted his lips, and I knew I hadn’t kept him from that little discovery. “Thank you for your kind words,” he mocked, taking a step forward. Idiotically, I took one back. “I don’t know you, I don’t care about you, and if a relationship is-”

“I’m not interested!”

“-what you’re after, I don’t do girlfriends. And as for the project, do it yourself already.”

I groaned. “Are you daft? There’s a reason a teacher applies two people for something like that,” I shouted, beyond annoyed now. “Look at me; do I look like I can't do that by myself?”

“Don't know, don’t care,” he mumbled, taking a step to go around me. I got in his way again. This time though, I stepped back, but before I could fall my weight on that step, his arm wound around my waist and he slammed me right against him. “Is this what you want?” his eyes were like fire in ice. “Is this what you’re bothering me for?”

“Eeik!” I shrieked, fighting to get him off of me. Problem was; that arm was strong. Suddenly, murmurs brushed around us and suddenly cameras were clicking. “Get off me, Elliot. We’re not in the Neanderthal-”

My words died down the moment hot, wet lips landed on mine. It was nothing special. Surprised gasps were around us, and remained rooted with shock as my eyes watched his closed ones. I was surprised he was kissing me, and right in the middle of all those students.

I’d like to lie and say I didn’t give in. Heck no! This was a skilled warrior, in more than one art I learned later. His lips moved and moulded to mine, and I tried not to, but I closed my eyes, my body immediately relaxing to him. What the hell?

I immediately got my senses back, and I pushed him off when he thought I’d relaxed. We were both slightly dazed, I realised, but before he could smirk about it, I knew he would because that was just Elliot, I slapped him.

Before he could say anything angry, I was storming down the hallways.

Elaine, Sharma, and Meredith found me in the girl’s washrooms. What could I say? That was a first kiss and a jerk had stolen it and it had actually been good. But by the time I opened that door and my friends saw my face, I was beyond furious. I’d been tricked.