Swim like Hell

° .• Chapter twelve ° .•

Alec's POV:

I was not in my bed.

It was the first thing that crossed my mind as I heard the scrambled panic of someone muttering under their breath.

Opening my eyes like slits, I took in my surroundings. At first I couldn't really understand what I was seeing, blinking a few times to make out my surroundings and that's when I saw it.

Elijah. Fucking Elijah. He was jumping around his room, hopping on one foot as he put a sock on. He was already wearing shorts and a hoodie with his hair looking untouched.

Why the hell was I in Elijah's bed?

"What the fuck?" I muttered, sitting up in bed and digging the heels on my palms into my eyes to get the sleep out.

"Right uh, shit. I forgot your car isn't here," Elijah sheepishly laughed as he put on a shoe.

"Uh yeah," I replied, feeling strange about us not arguing.

"Look, I have practice. I'd take you home but coach would kill me," Elijah half heartedly explained as he finally stood tall after getting his shoes on. He then grabbed his keys off his night stand and stared at me expectedly, waiting on an answer.

There's the Elijah I know.

"What? No you fucking live across town I need to get home," I snapped at him, standing up myself and pushing the duvet haphazardly off of me in the process.

"You shouldn't have got drunk then," He quipped back at me, shrugging his shoulders.

"It wasn't intentional. Why the fuck did you even take me here, I could have stayed," I growled out frustratedly at him, anger lacing my voice.

I felt like a whore being kicked out after being used right now. Without the sex.

"Sure. I gotta run, I can't listen to you whine all day," Elijah stated, turning and opening his bedroom door.

Darting over, I slammed his door shut again, effectively trapping him in. It would have been really cool if I didn't then wince a moment later at the pain in my ribs.

"What are you doing, Alec. I don't have time for this," Elijah hissed, turning to glare at me.

Had I not been so angry, I'd have maybe registered the fact I'd trapped Elijah between me and the door with one arm held out over his shoulder, keeping the door closed.

"Yeah? Well I'm injured because of you so have some fucking decency to take me to my car or home," I snapped at him.

He scoffed throwing his hands in the air.

"I did you a favour and this is how you repay me? Fuck you, Alec. And trying to blame me for your little injury is ridiculous. I didn't do it, so please enlighten me how it was my fault you happen to be a klutz," Elijah snapped at me, arms crossed like he was actually looking for an answer.

"You are such an asshole," I growled out angrily, poking his chest, "you didn't do shit for me. I bet you did this just to cause me problems."

"I didn't but now I'm glad I did because you deserve it, and your injury," Elijah glared at me, only a glimmer of guilt flashing in his eyes before it was masked with anger again, "oh that I apparently caused."

He then rolled his eyes only pissing me off more as I clenched and unclenched my hand at my side in a poor attempt to control my desire to punch him.

"You did!" I stated firmly.

"How then," he laughed sarcastically, acting like this was becoming borderline amusing for him as he held a sarcastic smirk realising he caught me out.

I didn't think this one through.