ELI POV
What does she mean go home? Does she mean leave me? "What do you mean, Clare?" I asked worried. After all the things she has told me about her home life, I don't know why she would want to go back. She was hit; she had two friends who were barely there for her, and her boyfriend left her for the school whore.
"I need to go home and make everything right with my friends and family before we even get close to getting married." I just nodded. "So you're leaving me?" I asked with fear of her saying yes. "Yes, you need to live on your own, on second thought why don't we just take a break?" My eyes widened in horror and began to water, "Eli, I'm just kidding, of course you're coming with me! That is, if you want to…" She looked out the window of our bedroom. "Hell yes I want to go." She giggled. "But, could we maybe wait to go until Friday? That's my last class of the year and I really want to graduate." I laughed.
She nodded her head and I got up to change for school. She headed to the kitchen, probably to make breakfast. After I was showered and ready to go, I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It flashed 9:35. Oh shit! I'm gonna be late!
I ran out to the kitchen and swallowed my toast whole and chugged my OJ. "I'm gonna be late, got to go bye!" I kissed Clare and sprinted out the door. My first class started at 9:45…
CLARE POV
Gah! I hate it when Eli has to leave. I get sooo bored, as you've learned from the first time I was left alone here…
Anyway, I think I'll take a walk today, it's supposed to be really nice out today and I really need to get out of the apartment for a while. I hopped in the shower and washed up. After I was squeaky clean I put on a gray and pink off the shoulder top and some dark wash skinnies. I slipped on my Ugg boots, picked up my purse and walked out the door to the elevator. I pressed one and down I went. It stopped on the 3rd floor and a clean cut business looking man stepped in. I scooted over and gave him a small smile. The elevator started up again and stopped on the 2nd floor. A tall, dirty looking, lady stepped in. She smelt like vodka and cigarettes. I scooted as far over as possible to try and get away from the smell.
After the door shut it started to go down again and stopped after one second. We waited a few minutes for the door to open, but it never did.
"What is going on here?" Said the business guy, who had a British accent, while pounding on the door. "Who the fuck stopped the elevator!" The crack head lady yelled, "I have to meet a guy in ten minutes!" They both were hitting the door and pressing the 'open doors' button.
"Please, people, calm down. Let's just use the emergency call button." I stated calmly. I walked over to the control panel and pressed the button. "Hello, fire department, how can I help you?" A deep voice said on the other line. "Hi, umm our elevator has stopped and we can't get it to open no matter what we try." I said into the intercom. "Could you please state your location please?" "Bardel Apartment-" I was cut off when the lights went out…
