I know, I know, it's really short! I'm sorry. But I promise next chapter will be longer and better. This is just kind of a filler. But I hope you enjoy it just the same!
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"Baby boy, that you?" Cece called worriedly as Eli stormed into the house, slamming the door.
"Yeah, Cece, it's me," He muttered, trying to compose himself after the talk with KC.
"You're Eli freaking Goldsworthy." KC stated, trying to stoke his ego. "Wonder if you could get her to crack, you know?"
He thought back to their conversation. What was KC thinking? I mean, did he have some sort of vendetta against this Clare girl that he made out to be so pure?
Why taint that? Eli thought to himself, angry with himself for agreeing to try.
Stupid pride.
"Well hello there," Cece chuckled once Eli finally rounded the corner into the kitchen where his mother was working on dinner. "Bad day?"
Eli sighed, frustrated. "No, it's nothing." He said, with a dismissive wave of his hand, hoping she'd drop it.
She did. "Hm.. Okay." She shrugged. She didn't believe him, but she wasn't going to push.
She worked in silence, molding the hamburger meat into a loaf, as Eli scanned the refrigerator for a water bottle.
"Well, I'm gonna go work on homework," Eli finally said. He didn't actually have homework tonight, but he knew Cece wouldn't nose her way upstairs to bug him about what was really wrong if he was doing something.
"Okay, baby boy," She smiled. "Let me know if you need anything."
He smiled back before jogging up the stairs to his bedroom.
Unlocking his door, he squeezed in the little amount of space it would open with all of the things piled behind it.
He turned on his stereo, his favorite Dead Hand song blaring through the speakers. He bobbed his head along to the beat, then plopped backwards on his unmade bed.
He was slowly drifting off when he felt a slight buzzing in his pocket. Groggily, he reached down, grabbing his phone and reading it through sleepy eyes.
New text message
From: KC
She's at the Dot right now, if you're ready to make your move, Mister Player.
He couldn't have read that right. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, but sure enough, the words remained the same.
He quickly replied.
Dude, I really don't know about this. It's kind of… crazy, don't you think?
Not even a minute later, KC replied.
I get it if you don't think you can do it, dude. It's cool. She wouldn't like you anyway.
Eli growled at this. Who the hell did KC think he was? Eli knew KC was playing his emotions, but for some reason, he couldn't help but go along with it. He texted back quickly.
At the Dot, KC sat at a table a few away from Clare's, observing her as she read a book. She'd gotten so much more beautiful.
I mean, he'd said that she was 'so much more' than the smart one back in grade 9, but who was he kidding? Miss private-school-uniform-wearing Christian girl? He didn't think so.
KC's phone alerted him to a new message.
If she liked you, she'd like anybody.
KC smiled slightly at Eli's retort. Playing into my hand, just like I thought he would.He typed a quick response, getting up to leave. He knew Eli would be here soon.
Eli waited for KC's response, and took one final look at his phone before he stormed downstairs.
Then prove it.
Oh, he intended to.
"Hey Cece, going to the Dot to study, don't know when I'll be back!" Eli said hurriedly as he grabbed his coat, pulled on his boots and stomped out to Morty.
Little did he know, the girl of his dreams awaited him at the Dot.
Under the worst possible circumstances.