Chapter 2- "she's my daughter, Elliot."
this is a long chapter I know sorry but it will be the longest out of the story. Excuse the grammar and lack of description :/
A gust of wind drifted through Elliot's golden hair as they walked through Havlock High's metal gates. They stopped inches after the main gates. 'wow this place makes me remember how miserable school really was and why I left...' Elliot remarked coldly.
'Stop being a pessimist, I used to really enjoy school before I found my first job.' Wesley replied hoping it may change Elliot's attitude even a little bit.
'Yeah well you were a try hard,' Wesley scoffed at his insult, 'anyway what are these outfits, we look like retired business men!' Elliot commented on the uniform they had to wear. They were both were wearing white long sleeve blouses with a black tie and a tightly fitted blazer with the Havlock logo in the right corner. It was accompanied by ankle length black jeans and shoes.
'Stop complaining, I rather like the uniform.' Wesley stated proudly.
'That's because business suits are your casual wear' Elliot smirked. 'Don't forget why we're here. I have got us in the same form group as her'
'How did you know her form group?!' Wesley was shocked about his level of knowledge on her.
'It told me everything I needed to know on that tag' he said smugly.
'Fine. Just don't be a dick this time...'
'Yeah, yeah..'
The bell had sounded and Elliot and Wesley made their way through the long corridors to find their new class. Just as they were about to turn into the classroom a male teacher turned out of the classroom. He was fairly young, around mid-20's. he was rather good looking for a teacher. He had dark brown hair that was messily styled into quiff, his face was slim and slightly unshaven but not hairy, he had sparkly green eyes with thick but neatly shaped brows. He wore a burgundy blazer with burgundy work trousers. His tie was dark blue and his shirt was plain white. Without even talking, Elliot instantly despised him, he knew instantly he had a connection with Abbie and he didn't like that. His eyebrows furrowed as he gave him one of his glares.
'You two must be Elliot and Wesley, our new comers! I'm Mr Leevars and I will be your form tutor for the next 2 years!' Mr Leevars said with a warm smile, he was one of the most likeable teachers in the school but Elliot wasn't having any of it. Wesley on the other hand took the kinder approach and returned the smile.
'Well for the day, until we have your sets sorted, you will both be shadowing another student round their classes so you can get the ropes.'
'That will be great.' Wesley said with a smile. He looked across to Elliot who was glaring at the teacher, 'umm I'm sorry about him, he didn't have the best school life the last time he went...'
'When was the last time he went to a school?' Mr Leevars questioned in a concerned manner.
'Umm about 4 years ago' Wesley cringed at his answer.
'Oh... right- well better later than never… I guess.' Mr Leevars responded unsurely, noticing Elliot giving him an intimidating stare. 'Well if you'd follow me...'
The classroom was large and the tables were in neat rows facing a well-used whiteboard, the desks were occupied by teenagers all spread out in small isolated social groups. There was a long window on the left wall where the sun shone in and you could see the classes in the other tower. Historical propaganda from the world wars was strung up on the walls making it evident that Mr Leevars taught history. Abbie sat in the back-right corner of the classroom with a small group of boys and two girls.
She was quite a popular girl around school but choose to only socialise with a small group of five. The 3 boys were Nick, Alfie and Morgan, Abbie had known these three for 5 years and have always been close friends. The 2 girls were Rose and Katie, the three of them did everything together and were inseparable. Elliot, Wesley and Mr Leevars entered the classroom. Morgan noticed that there were two unfamiliar faces in the room and was quick to point them out to the others 'looks like we got some new kids on the block.' He whispered with a smug grin. Abbie turned her head to see the new kids and her eyes widen massively as they locked on Elliot's face which was giving her a cheeky smile.
'YOU!' Abbie shouted, remembering where she had seen them before. Wesley gave her a nervous wave and a side smile.
'Alright clumsy, glad you remember me.' Elliot smirked. Morgan gave them both a baffled look as he noticed the strange tension between them both while Alfie was too busy flipping bottles to notice. However, Nick recognised Elliot and gave him a cold glare, something which is usually unusual from him.
'How could I forget...' Abbie commented sarcastically with an eye roll. Mr Leevars walked over to Abbie's corner closely followed by Elliot and Wesley.
'You two know each other...?' Mr Leevars questioned with a confused expression while pointing at them both.
'We had a brief encounter...' Abbie said coldly. Elliot just chuckled while Wesley looked at the floor.
'Well if that's the case, you two can shadow Abbie.' Mr Leevars stated failing to notice the tension.
'Yeah that'll be great!' Elliot quickly replied with a grin. This would be the perfect chance for him to get to know her.
'What!? Sir, no! Wesley can shadow me but not him!' Abbie argued.
'Abbie. It's just for one day.' Mr Leevars said sternly.
'But- '
'No buts.'
'Ugh fine if I have to...' Abbie sulked and rested her head on the table. Elliot sat in the seat next to her and looked at her with a sweet smile.
'God she's pretty.' He thought to himself. 'No Elliot. You can't fall in love, this is for business only.' He mentally slapped himself as his face quickly went cold again. He looked across the table to see Nick giving him a stern glare. He returned the glare to meet with his slim brown eyes. The face seemed familiar to Elliot, like they have met before but he doesn't recall ever seeing him. 'I know this guy, but from where?' Elliot asked himself unaware of Wesley trying to get his attention.
'Elliot? Elliot? Hello, earth to Elliot?!' Wesley waved a hand in front of Elliot's cold face. Elliot snapped out of his glare and turned to face Wesley.
'What?'
'What's the deal with you and that guy?' Wesley indicated towards Nick.
'I don't know. But I don't like him.' Elliot answered while staring at the table.
'You haven't even spoken to him...'
'He looks familiar... like we've met before... but I don't know where or when...' he replied with no emotion. The bell sounded making every pupil stand up and gather their things as they made their way to the first lesson.
'Abbie. Come here' Nick motioned to Abbie. She walked over to him where he got closer to her, their chests were inches apart.
'What is it?' Abbie whispered.
'Be careful around him.' He commanded her
'Who Elliot?'
'Yes.'
'Why?' Abbie's face screwed up with confusion.
'I don't know... but I don't like him.'
'O-okay.' Abbie began making her way out the class room to first period with Elliot and Wesley closely followed her. Mr Leevars suddenly pulled her for a hug and kissed her cheek. Elliot's eyebrows furrowed and his blue eyes tightened as they shot daggers at his teacher.
First period had ended and Abbie, Elliot and Wesley bustled their way through the busy corridors.
'Well, second is a free period so we have to go to the common room.' Abbie told her two companions. Her and Wesley have been getting on rather well throughout the morning and Elliot's beginning to be a little more respectful to her but hasn't forgotten to add in the occasional insult.
'You get frees?' Wesley asked rather confused.
'Yeah, all sixth formers do, just at separate times. It depends how many A-Levels you chose as to how many frees you get.' Abbie explained to him.
'Cool so if I chose 0 A-levels I could do what I want all day.' Elliot smiled.
'No, you wouldn't be here.' Abbie giggled. She was beginning to warm up to him now.
'What's the deal between you and that teacher then.' Elliot interrogated, still irritated by Abbie and Mr Leevars earlier exchange.
'Elliot...' Wesley attempted to shut him up.
'Who, Leevars?' Abbie asked.
'Yeah him.'
'I guess you could say we're rather close.' Abbie replied with a warm smile as she pushed open the common room doors.
'Yeah I could tell...' Elliot rolled his eyes.
'Elliot!' Wesley scolded.
'He's been there for me over the last year more than anyone.' Abbie went on to explain as she sat on one of the red sofa's and stared at her shoes. 'It's not been the easiest year for me and he picked me up when I was down. I had nothing, everything that I ever had was taken straight from under my feet, sometimes quite literally. He saved me.' Her eyes were glassy with tears, but she didn't let them fall. Wesley and Elliot looked at each other for a brief second then turned their focus back to her. Wesley placed a caring hand on her shoulder.
'He sounds like someone you can really trust.' Wesley commented. Abbie looked at him and gave him a faint nod with a smile.
'Abbie there's something me and Wesley need to talk to you about.' Elliot told her.
'Um okay.' Abbie was confused by the sudden change of mood.
'We can't discuss it right here.' Elliot replied. 'Come with us after school, we'll explain everything then.'
Knock. Knock. It was lunch, Elliot had left the others to go and find out what was going on between Abbie and Mr Leevars. After what she told them in the common room he grew more intrigued with her personal life.
'Come in!' Mr Leevars responded. Elliot appeared from round the door. 'Elliot... what can I do for you?'
'What's the deal with you and Abbie?' Elliot replied coldly.
'What do you mean?' Mr Leevars quizzed.
'The hug and kiss earlier, if didn't go un-noticed.'
'I don't think you're in the position to be asking me this..' Mr Leevars tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.
'It is when I'm concerned about another student's safety.' Elliot gave him a glare, 'I don't think it's acceptable for a teacher to be kissing their student.'
'She's perfectly safe and it's nothing like that!' Mr Leevars began to get annoyed.
'Oh really? Cuz it looks everything like that...'
'I'm not in a relationship with her If that's what you mean...' He scolded.
'Of course, you aren't.' Elliot scoffed sarcastically as he turned to leave.
'She's my daughter, Elliot.' He stated confidently.
