Author's Note: Hello! I must say, I am so proud that you guys are loving this story so far. I hope it continues to stay like that. ;] these reviews make my day; literally! Welp, here's chapter 3!
Warning: there's an itty bitty lemon in the middle of this chapter. Yeah.
Wesley trudged into his house, sighing of satisfaction as he was relieved from the torturous rain. He was beyond soaked as he tracked huge puddles of water into the kitchen.
"Mom?" he called, receiving no response. She wasn't home; she was working a well-needed shift at the hospital. Wesley groaned lightly and opened the fridge, looking around the half emptied ice box. He didn't even care that his clothes were sticking to his shivering body, or that his hair was falling to the sides of his neck.
He spotted some macaroni with foil wrapped over it and grabbed it quickly. He was starving, being that he hadn't had a meal since that morning. It was about six in the afternoon, and the sky was already darkening. The dark blue light coming in through the kitchen window wasn't circulating much light around, so he walked over and switched on the light.
It was nice and bright in the room, and Wesley noticed all of the water and dirt tracked around the kitchen floor. He shrugged it off and opened the microwave, placing the bowl of macaroni in it. He pressed around on the microwave and listened as it hummed.
He walked over to his bag and sat to the table and pulled out his notebook. He flipped a few pages and stopped at a page where there was work from Connor and Wes. It was some notes from when they did the science fair project together. Wesley teared up, once again thinking of his best friend; the best friend he'd ever had.
"I miss you Conman," Wesley whispered, slamming the book shut. He placed his head in his hands and cried softly. Who was he going to tell when he lost his virginity? Who was he going to go to when he was feeling depressed? Who was he going to spend weekends with at the science convention? No one could replace Connor; he'd never let that happen.
The microwave popped, frightening Wesley from the sudden upheaval. It popped again, the glass covering the light bulb in the microwave breaking.
"Crap! I left the foil in there!" Wesley shouted, grabbing at his drenched hair. The microwave continued to pop as it quickly caught on fire. How was that even possible when the microwave was closed? He needed to find some way to stop it.
He ran to the sink and filled up a cup. He ran a few feet away from the microwave and threw the water on it. As soon as he did that, he noticed a fireball shooting out. He ducked just in time for the fireball to hit the curtains behind him and burst in flames as well. The house was suffocating as the thick smoke began to cloud the air.
The fire in the microwave was getting bigger and bigger, and he panicked more than ever; he needed to find a way to stop it before the house burned down. He noticed the plug right above it, and without taking a precocious thought, lunged for it.
He reached over and grabbed it, pulling at the socket. Electric bolts exploded from the plug at the touch of Wesley's hand; the water electrocuting him. It fried him brutally as he eagerly tried to pull away. His hand wouldn't let it go. He screamed his lungs out as the bolts shot through him harder and harder. The smoke entered through his half dead body, his eyesight blurring rapidly.
Wesley fell to the ground as the microwave exploded, the fiery object falling on top of him to finish it all off.
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Eli pulled into Imogen's muddy passageway as they stared at her trailer. Imogen hated the place she lived in, especially when it rained. Leaks found their way into every room of her tiny home.
Imogen wiped her eyes and opened the door as the rain began to pelt against her. Eli stepped out of the car and walked up the three steps to Imogen's front door. She pushed it open and flew inside, closing it quickly after.
Eli looked around and examined the place. It wasn't dirty or cramped, and it didn't smell of mold. It was undoubtedly comfortable looking and seemed as if no one spent much time in there.
Eli had only gone to her house a few times because Imogen rarely wanted him to see her house; it was most likely for personal reasons. They heard coughing coming from a bedroom and Imogen shuddered; it was her father.
"I'll be right back," she whispered, hurrying into the room. He waited by the door as the cool air in her house caused goosebumps on his dampened body.
Imogen was taking a while to attend to her father, but Eli didn't mind. A few minutes later, Imogen returned from her fathers room and stood in the doorway of the front room. She had tears in her eyes, which worried him deeply.
"Eli... can you stay with me for a bit?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly. He walked up to her, nodding quickly.
"Of course," he breathed, brushing his thumbs under her eyelids and wiping her tears. "Are you okay?"
Imogen nodded and looked down, swallowing the huge lump in her throat. Her father was on his death bed, and she couldn't deny it. Everything was just going downhill for her, and she felt herself about to break. She tried her hardest to keep it together the past few weeks, but it was getting harder.
She walked to the back of the trailer and into the room as Eli followed. She shut her door and leaned up against it. Eli slowly walked over to her twin sized bed and sat down, covering his head in his hands. The level of pain throughout that room was too heavy to ignore, and the both of them needed a shoulder to cry on.
Imogen ripped off her heels and gave a light massage to her aching feet. She kept her eyes on Eli and slowly walked up to him, kneeling down in front of him. She could hear his low grunts as tears poured from his eyes. She pulled his hands from his face, revealing his swollen, red eyes. She confused as to why he was crying; it had come out of nowhere.
"What's on your mind?" Imogen asked quietly. He sniffed and looked into her soft, brown eyes.
"Everything," he whispered back, reaching his hand up and caressing her rosy cheek. He was trying to hold in his tears until he had gotten home, but he just couldn't. He was getting weaker and weaker by the second. She placed her hand over his and closed her eyes.
"I love you," she whispered. She felt Eli's lips over hers and sighed, getting lost in the kiss. He pulled away seconds later, causing Imogen's eyes to shoot open in response.
"And I love you," he said back, his eyes still showing every bit of pain. Imogen just wanted to take away his feeling of guilt. It was killing him from the inside out, and she needed him to know that it wasn't his fault.
"Eli, please stop crying," she pleaded. He sniffed once again and looked away from her.
"I deserve this. I deserve everything I'm feeling right now," Eli cried.
"You don't! You didn't do anything; you were only trying to help!" Imogen argued. Eli arose from the bed angrily and scoffed, pacing the room.
"If it wasn't for me and that stupid vision, everyone would be alive right now!" Eli screamed, causing her to flinch. She stood up and walked in front of him.
"Did you cause that train to crash? No! Did you make that train explode? No! Why must you keep blaming yourself?" Imogen shouted.
"Why? Everything was just fine until I had to go and have that vision, Imogen! Me! I wish I would have died on that train along with them! It would have saved me all of these problems," Eli responded spitefully. Those words hit Imogen right to the center of her heart. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as the house went as silent as death.
"How... How could you say that?" Imogen asked, so much hurt in her words. "You're so selfish! We are here... and alive because of your bravery, and you're going to go and say something like that? My dad is months, maybe even weeks away from death and you... you..." she couldn't even finish her sentence. Eli's eyes widened slightly and he instantly regretted his words.
"Imogen," he whispered apologetically.
"No! I've tried so hard to be here for you and it's-
Imogen was silenced by Eli's lips crushing over hers in mid-sentence. If there was one thing Eli knew about getting a girl to shut up, it was to silence her with a kiss.
At first she tried to fight it, but as Eli intensified the kiss, she couldn't resist his warm, intoxicating mouth. His lips moved over hers slowly, the slipperiness of his mouth almost swallowing hers whole; not that she minded.
She immediately stole the chance to enter her tongue into his savoring mouth, exploring every inch of it. He groaned lightly, backing their bodies into the bed.
The sounds of their lips smacking together aroused Imogen as she tangled her fingers through his black hair. They fell onto the bed with a light thud, not daring to separate.
Eli hovered above her, gently closing the gap between their bodies. They were both breathing heavily, their lips still devouring each others completely.
Their dried tears still remained on their faces as they fooled around on the miniature bed. This wasn't the same as how it usually was; kissing each other was just natural to them. This time, there were so many hurtful emotions going on inside of them that they were just pouring them out onto each other through intimacy.
Eli squeezed Imogen's breasts continuously, caressing them to her desire. Their lips finally separated as he trailed kisses on her neck. He bit down on it and gave it a long, hard suck. Imogen parted her lips, arching her back clean off of the bed. His lips found his way back to hers as he kissed her hungrily. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so that they were staring at each other.
"Go slower," she whispered, tugging at her bottom lip. He gave her a flushed smile and gently placed his lips against hers, kissing her as slow as he did the first time. She sighed satisfyingly and trailed her fingernails down his cheek.
He released her lips once again and started to trail his lips down her neck, to her chest, and toward her waist. She let out a light, pleasured moan as her center throbbed intensely.
Before Eli could go any further, his phone sounded from the dresser. It startled them both as they turned their head toward it.
"Just leave it," Imogen breathed. Eli nodded and slid his hands under Imogen's dress, tracing them up her slender waist. The dress lifted, exposing her black lace panties and her creamy smooth stomach.
Eli spread her legs apart and teased her by leaving wet kisses on her inner thighs. Imogen bit her lip to refrain from moaning.
Eli's phone rang once again, startling the two teens. Imogen looked at him through lidded eyes, beckoning him to continue. He wanted to keep going, but something was telling him that he should answer.
"It could be my mom," Eli said. Imogen sank her head down into the pillow and closed her legs, pulling her dress down.
Eli crawled out of the bed and walked to the dresser, picking up his phone. He noticed that it was Adam calling and flipped it open, putting it to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Eli!" Adam shouted frantically. It instantly made him nervous.
"What?" he asked.
"The fire department and the ambulances are in front of Wesley's house right now! I don't know what's going on, but I'm nervous man," he shouted. The Torres' lived across the street from Wesley, but they never talked to each other; not before the incident.
Eli's eyes widened as his stomach dropped. No, it couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.
"We'll be right there!" Eli said, slamming his phone shut. Imogen turned to him and noticed his horrid expression.
"What is it?" she asked relunctantly.
"It's...it's Wesley."
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It was still slightly raining when Eli and Imogen pulled up in front of Wesley's house, still fully clothed in their dress outfits. They ran out of the car and noticed Drew and Adam standing in their own front yard looking alarmingly at the chaos. Eli and Imogen ran up to them completely out of breath.
"What's going on?" Eli asked quickly.
"They haven't gotten him out yet!" Drew said, looking anxiously at the house with a pounding chest.
Imogen looked a the light smoke coming from the wide opened door and whimpered, thinking of what Eli had told her. Seconds later, two ambulance guys pushed a gurney out of the house with a black body bag, which could only mean one thing...
The four terror stricken teens gasped in horror as they witnessed their friend being carried away to what they assumed would be the morgue. Imogen immediately fell to her knees and started wailing uncontrollably. Adam knelt down beside her and tried to calm her down even though he was shaking just as hard as she was.
"Oh fuck," Drew repeated over and over. Eli couldn't even speak; he could barely even breath. He slowly looked up at the sky, letting the misty raindrops fall against his face.
"Eli!" Adam screamed. Eli heard him, but he didn't respond. His mind was too busy trying to process what order death had designed for them, since his second worst nightmare had come true. It was the one that he feared the most.
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Imogen and Eli walked through the crystal glass doors in their senior blue polo's. Imogen stayed at Eli's house last night; he wouldn't dare leave her alone after what happened. She was a mess after the scene they witnessed; as was he. News had spread about Wesley's passing, but not many people seemed to care. Everyone was still in tears about the train wreck, and they looked at Eli as if he was some disturbed freak.
Everyone was still yet to find out the cause of the trains crash, but the detectives were sure on Eli's ass.
"Tragedy has struck once again with another loss. We will all remember Wesley Betenkamp as the smart, aspiring, kind soul that he was," Principal Simpson announced over the intercom. It made Eli's stomach sank. They stopped at the JT Yorke memorial and took a seat on the bench.
"Eli, I am so scared. I couldn't sleep last night. I kept thinking about about Alex, and-and Wendy and... oh my god, I can't breathe," Imogen said, swallowing repeatedly.
"Calm down," Eli whispered, caressing her shaking hands. It was silent for a minute before Eli broke the silence. "We have to tell the others."
Imogen shook her head quickly and stood up. "No! They'll think you've gone completely crazy!"
Eli clenched his jaw and sighed heavily.
"We have to warn them," Eli responded, looking up at his girlfriend.
"But-
"Do you want what happened to Wesley to happen to us?" Eli asked, his eyes shining with remorse. Imogen shook her head slowly and looked away. "Then we'll do it at lunch."
Eli didn't know how he was going to get his friends to listen, but he anxiously needed to try.
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The six students sat in an empty classroom during their lunch period after Eli had spent the whole day convincing them to meet him there. He stood at the front of the classroom as the others were sprawled all out.
"What the hell did you call us in here for?" Bianca asked annoyingly, her feet propped up on the desk. Eli looked around at all of the faces and made sure their attention was on him.
"We have a serious problem on our hands," Eli began, shaking slightly.
"Other than you?" Bianca chipped, causing Eli to groan under his breath.
"Just listen, please. I had a vision, a premonition, whatever it was... but I had one, and I wanted to know exactly what happened to me. I looked up some stuff, and found out some freaky information," Eli explained. He told them about Alex and the plane, and also about Wendy and the roller coaster; he told them everything. The room was completely noiseless until Bianca burst in laughter.
"So you expect us to believe that death is out to kill us all one by one?" she asked, standing up from her seat. Everyone turned to her as she clapped obnoxiously. "Good one, Eli. Must have took a lot of thought to come up with that one!"
"Don't believe me, look it up for yourself! I wouldn't lie about this!" Eli argued back, his tolerance level growing low with Bianca.
"Oh and the funniest part about your story is the whole thing about it being in a particular order. What order am I in, Eli? What's my destiny?" she mocked, clutching her stomach as she laughed uncontrollably. Eli clenched his jaw tightly.
While the two of them continued to argue, Clare instinctively took out her phone and searched for the story about the plane crash. When she found it, her mouth dropped in horror.
"He's telling the truth!" Clare said shakily, all eyes turning to her. She held the phone in her hands and waved it for everyone to see.
"Let me see that," Drew said, walking over to Clare and grabbing her phone. Bianca scoffed and grabbed her bag.
"All of you guys are losers if you believe this shit. I'm out of here," Bianca said, walking for the door.
"Bianca wait! Explain what happened to Wesley! Think that was just some sort of coincidence?" Eli called after her. Bianca stopped in her tracks and turned around.
"Who knows? Maybe you had an extra bomb left and threw it at his house, you chaotic bastard," Bianca spat, turning around once again.
"Bianca!" he screamed again. She stuck up her middle finger and walked swiftly out of the room. Adam gulped and spoke up.
"So if this is true," he began, scratching agitatedly at the side of his head. "Are we all supposed to die?" Eli sighed heavily as the tension grew thick in the room.
"Yes."
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