Lusting For Elliot

:Part Two: Chapter Fourteen

~Chapter Fourteen~

Chrystal giggled beneath me, the sixth time in a row, and I just had to stop. Using my arms to push up, I stared down at a girl whose excitement shown as bright as the bulb above me.

"I'm afraid to ask," I said. She stared up at me and smiled cheekily. I sighed, "What is it?"

She shrugged. "I'm pretty sure I know a few people who can do better than that."

She did this often. When she had something to say, she made me work at it in every way so that by the time I was trying to figure it out, I was left speechless at the simple fact at the end.

"I swear if this turns out to be another rabbit story," I quickly turned away when her hand came out to jab at me. From a restrictive girl, she'd become touchy when we were apart from the rest, which really was Chris, Elaine, Meredith, Andrew, and some other guys.

"Suddenly in the boys locker room was not a rabbit story," she said, blushing deeply. "You suck at entertainment, Elliot."

Another fact, she used my name nearly all the time. Pointing that out ended in her saying nothing for a while. So far our projects were handing in time and completed and worked on by both of us. Her newest problem was really getting me to concentrate.

We hang out not as often as one would think, but enough that it had gotten notice. So rumours fly; big deal. It had nearly been so, until I'd found Chrystal worrying her lip every so often she heard the newest jab.

Maybe it was a big deal. Kudos to her, she did a remarkable job of hiding it. And well, I gave her little to worry about. From sneaking her in and out of her place unnoticed to party, to having her skip a few classes just for the thrill of it.

Ha! Thrill was an understatement. Plainly aggravated with every moment of the one hour of every lesson he'd pulled them out of, was a better description. She'd been fidgeting at every sound and he'd been trying not to laugh at every startled question.

Chrys really loved questioning things. 'It makes me feel more stable' she said, to which he replied 'You're not supposed to feel stable; better yet, you're supposed to use me for stability'. And the look she gives him every time drives something deeper than he'd like to feel.

But watching her when she laughed with her friends, listening to her rant off about the newest well thought out idea, or feeling her, when, at times that they made it to a bed like this, she lay close to him and willingly put herself in his arms, he felt like the lousiest person on earth for taking advantage of her like this.

People shouldn't trust him. Chris shouldn't support him like the best friend he is. His father shouldn't expect from him like he does. And Chrys shouldn't sigh like a contend person to be this close to him person, as she just did. People shouldn't trust him. They shouldn't expect from him.

See what happened to the one person who needed him the most.