double check for double meanings / grady&elaina
Mar 11, 2021 19:25:26 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Mar 11, 2021 19:25:26 GMT -5
"You're late."
You'd said two o'clock and it's only five minutes after, but, really, who's counting. You left the house an hour ago anyways because Christian's fiancée was over and she had decided to maker her visit everyone's problem. Delilah was fawning with her over wedding dress photos and your mother was plaiting her hair and you don't think anyone even noticed when you slipped out the backdoor.
Elaina agreed to meet at the fancy little cafe that sat a few streets over and you all but collapse in a window seat with some ridiculously expensive brew, overly sweet with about six extra shots and the barista had drawn a little smile on the foam that makes you cringe.
But it's better than having her over in the sitting room, because the thought of having someone from school in your house is horrifying. Having to deal with your parents, and your siblings and Elaina none space? no thank you.
With your luck, it'd be like Cleo all over again. Because your family seems to adore your faux girlfriend, and they aren't exactly subtle about it. Your parents like Cleo, maybe, you think bitterly, even more than they like you.
And so what if you've been avoiding her? You had a lot on your plate when she pulled her little stunt.
Cassius, the little shit, decided to skip town right before the biggest paper of the term was due and he left you scrambling, all alone in the back of the library trying not to tear the pages out of Storytelling in Panem: The Games Narrative.
Then Cleo came back, and everyone got sent home and it felt like everything was being imploded all at once. You'd gone home and knocked on the door and Owen had been the one to answer it, "They finally kick you out?" He had sneered, and then you pushed past him hard enough that he stumbled against the wall.
You sulked back downstairs later that night for dinner and your father didn't even look up from his paper.
But Cleo is Cleo, you know this, and the only thing she's ever wanted is attention. She had fucked off right when your societal status had started to crumble - didn't even have the courage to break things off face to face with you. She had probably just been on a rendezvous with Maverick and had scrambled for an excuse and that's the thought that gets your blood boiling.
So yes, you're pissed off at her, but what else is new? Everyone leaves you - first Maverick and then Naomi and now Cleo, you still don't know where Benji's head is at, and you'd think you'd have learnt your lesson but here you are, waiting for one of the clique's little wannabe so your plummeting GPA doesn't get you expelled.
Because Elaina's one of the little flies that buzzes around them at the lunch table. Her voice is screechy and her makeup is always cakey, but it's almost cute how hard she tries.
You push a mug towards her, probably cold by now, and your mother would kill you for serving an acquaintance something like that. But the past week has made you so frazzled that you can't bring yourself to care.
"Here." You try to be nice and smile but it comes out more like a grimace, "Drink it, or don't, whatever."
You patience is razor thin, and you hate that of all people, Elaina, is someone you have to rely on, but you're nothing if not creative. "Did you bring your notes?"