Page 1 of Elijah
Amy
aged 17
As Mr Jacobs turned back to the board, I risked a look to my right. Sure enough, Elijah Cooper was looking right back at me. His lips turned into a huge smile and his eyes crinkled with amusement. I quickly looked back down at my history text book, continuing to read all about Churchill.
At least I tried to read it, but my mind was on Elijah, the boy who sat two desks down from me in my History class. In fact, my mind had been on Elijah since the start of our first day of sixth form, when he’d joined from another school. With dark hair, big brown eyes and golden tanned skin, he was gorgeous, and my stomach had not stopped loop the looping from the moment I set eyes upon him. I wasn’t the only one. Apparently, he’d already been on a ‘date’ with Lauren Proctor – and we all knew what sort of date that would be. I liked Lauren, she was kind of a friend, as we had the same art class, but keeping her legs together was not her forte.
I sighed and continued to discover how Mr Churchill implemented a prison reform guide, during his time as Home Secretary. I was so engrossed in reading and listening to the faint hum of Mr Jacob’s monotone lecture in the background, I failed to realise that Vicky Smith who sat next to me had swapped places with Elijah.
“Hey,” he whispered, leaning into me. “You fancy going out for a pizza tonight?”
My head swivelled so fast I felt a crack in my neck. “W-what?” Was my startled reply.
“Fancy going out for a pizza tonight?”
“Me?” I asked, struggling to catch my breath.
Elijah flashed his teeth in a smile. “Well there’s no one else in this conversation, so yeah, you.”
“But I thought you were going out with Lauren.”
He shook his head and furrowed his brow while he stared at me, and I felt sure he could see the pulse in my neck, my blood was flowing so fast and hard.
“No,” he replied. “We went bowling with a few others from her drama group, but that’s it. Why, who told you that?”
Well, Lauren had told the whole school to be honest, but I wasn’t going to say that.
“Just something I heard.”
“Well, I’m not…” Elijah paused and looked to the front of the class where Mr. Jacobs had stopped talking and was back to writing on the board. “So, do you?”
I studied his face, looking for some sort of sign that he was taking the piss out of me, but he looked genuine. I quickly looked around the room, checking that his friends Lucas and Alex weren’t egging him on; but they had their heads down, scribbling away in their notebooks.
“Okay,” I said. Feeling queasy and with more than a little trepidation, I held my breath, waiting for the peel of laughter that said he was joking.
“Sick,” he said, breathing out what sounded like a sigh of relief. “Give me your phone.”
Without questioning him, I handed over my mobile and watched as he keyed in a number and then started to text someone.
“Who you texting?” I hissed, looking up at Mr Jacobs.
“Me. That way you know it’s my real number.” Elijah grinned and turned his phone to me as it vibrated softly on his desk.
I looked at the text and slapped a hand to my mouth to stop the giggle coming out and bringing us to Mr Jacob’s attention.
Amy: Are you as hot as you look?
Elijah gave a little smirk and picking his phone up, began texting. I retrieved mine from his desk and waited in anticipation. A couple of seconds later, a text reply popped up on my screen.
Elijah: You can tell me later when I’ve kissed you
I gasped, and my gaze shot to his.
“Do we have a problem, Amy?” Mr Jacobs called from the front of the class.
Without taking my eyes from Elijah, who was now looking at the board, I shook my head. “No, sir.”
“Good, so let’s put the phone away, shall we? You too, Elijah and in future please conduct your romance outside of my class.”
