Feeling the need to brag here people! :D
This past nine weeks, I made all As in all in my classes. Even the one I was pretty sure that I was failing miserably - AKA Chemistry I.
Okay, bragging over, onto the story. XD
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Three days later, Elvira was at school, hopelessly attempting to try and copy down the notes from the white board in her Chemistry class. It wasn't until she heard someone slip something onto her desk that she gave up on the whole process. Grabbing what appeared to be a note, she opened it. It had a drawing of Jeff on its surface, grinning insanely at her and staring at her with those frightening eyes of his... Below it read in semi sloppy handwriting, The only guy who will ever show any interest in you! The blond sighed, shaking her head. Of course, people were still going to bully her... No matter what she said or what she did, nobody was leaving her alone. And that, alone, was rather upsetting.
Although, one thing was still alright.
Ivy was still a friend to the blond haired girl. She defended her whenever nobody else would. She helped her out whenever she needed it (which turned out to be a lot, mind you). And she also got rather snappy with anyone who bullied her. Which had increased since she came back from the hospital. Significantly. Glancing back, Elvira saw the girls who drew the picture snickering at her behind their perfectly manicured hands. She sighed, folding the paper delicately. Pocketing it, she glanced back at the board. New notes were up.
The girl decided then that it would probably be easier to just copy the notes off of Ivy or better yet, have the teacher print them off for her. She would just focus on listening and try to understand everything that was up on the board. Her azure eyes focused on the words that were there... 'Electron Configuration' was easy, as she noticed with each step her teacher gave. There were multiple levels... 1s, 2s, 2p, 3s, ect... And it got tricky with four elements of the transitional metals... Vanadium... Chromium... Nickel... and Copper, she thought it was. The 3d portion of their electron configuration had to be filled up, so the turns of 4s were borrowed to fill them up...
Seemed easy enough.
Although, she was probably only speaking for herself. She, after all, had the leisure of actually having the academic brain whereas most of the people in her class had either the 'jock brain', 'preppy girl brain', or the 'slut brain'. Some of them were combined, and that, alone, was enough to drop the overall IQ possible fifty or more points in the classroom alone. Elvira shuddered at the very idea that there could be a 'killer brain' in the room, but she decided not to think too much on it. The only person she had to worry about with that kind of brain was Jeff the Killer. And maybe yourself, she added as an afterthought.
That had been a scary thing for Elvira to think about.
She all at once felt sick to her stomach.
Getting up, the girl raced out of the classroom, much to her teacher's and classmates' confusion. She hurried to the bathroom and instantly went to the first stall she could, vomitting up everything that had been in her stomach. Panting, Elvira held her stomach tightly. She cringed as she felt herself get ready to vomit once more. For the next three minutes, the blond could do nothing more than upheave all of her stomach contents. Sometime during those three minutes, someone had joined her in the bathroom, kneeling beside the blond and pulling her hair back. They rubbed her back the entire time that they were there, wanting her to feel better.
Once Elvira was sure that nothing else could, or would, come up, she glanced to see who had joined her. It had been Ivy... "Thanks..." the tan girl whispered softly.
"No problem at all," the even more tan girl replied, pulling off some toilet paper and handing it to the blond. "You have a bit of a..." She trailed off.
Elvira nodded in understanding, taking the toilet paper and wiping her mouth clean. "Thanks..." she repeated.
"Do you want me to call your mom?"
"If it wouldn't inconvenience you any..."
Ivy nodded, pulling out her phone. She had been given Elvira's mother's number in the event of emergencies after Jeff had attacked the blond the few nights prior. Dialing the number, the brunette held the phone up to her ear. "Mrs. Ayers... Yes, it's Ivy. Can you come get Elvira from school? She got sick in the middle of class..." She paused before glancing at the blond beside her. "I'll come by in the afternoon, after school..." Another pause. "I'm sure that her assailant won't try to attack her while it's daylight out..." Yet another pause. "Alright. Thank you, Mrs. Ayers." She then hung up the phone. Pocketing it, she said to Elvira, "Your mom will be here soon. Do you have any homework? I can run to your locker real quick and get the stuff you need..."
Elvira shook her head. "Don't worry about it... The only homework I have is maybe, possibly, copying your notes from Chemisty...?" She smiled weakly.
The brunette giggled softly. "No problem," she assured her. "I'll bring them for you this afternoon."
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Elvira laid on the couch at home, her blanket wrapped around her and her pillow under her head. Ivy had arrived earlier to let the girl borrow her notes before having to leave, saying that she had to babysit that night and she couldn't back out on it or else she would have been okay with staying the night with the blond. Elvira didn't mind though, saying that she would be alright on her own. The people she once considered friends had left her in fear of being picked on by the entire school body. If not for that fact, she would have had someone stay the night with her. Some friends they were, she thought to herself. It had taken me being attacked by Jeff to realize that they weren't so great of friends... Feeling her stomach rumble, the girl frowned. She didn't want to get up, let alone get up to get food. After throwing up earlier in the day, she didn't even want to think about food.
Of course, she was hungry and she wanted to be able to wash out that nasty stale taste that was in her mouth.
With that in mind, Elvira peeled back her blanket and got up, going into the kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets and the refrigerator and the freezer. Grumbling, the only thing that looked appetizing that would help settle her stomach besides toast was some chicken noodle soup and Spaghettios. She settled for the latter, grabbing a can opener. Only to remember that it took two hands to use the damn thing.
"Son of a..."
"Allow me."
Elvira nearly screamed in alarm when she heard the voice. However, a hand covered her mouth. One that was aggrivatingly familiar.
"Quiet. I'm not here to kill you. This time," grunted Jeff behind her. He lowered his hand from her mouth and leaned against her, working on opening the can for the girl. Once it was open, he pulled away and grabbed her a bowl from the dish washer. Thankfully, it was clean. "Here," he told her, handing it to her.
Elvira took the bowl hesitantly. She sat it on the counter and poured the contents of the can into it. Opening the microwave, she sat the bowl inside. Closing it, she started it up for the right amount of time. "Why are you here, then?" she asked him.
Jeff pulled out a piece of folded up paper. Why did it make the girl feel guilty...? "I thought you would be in your room and I found this," he informed her. "Don't get me wrong. I originally did come here to finish you off. But when I saw this, I decided to let you live." He opened the folded piece of paper and showed it to her. It was the drawing of him that the girls in the blond's Chemistry class had drawn in an attempt to make her upset. "Who drew this? And don't tell me you did because it looks like it was made for you."
"Just some girls in my Chem class..." Elvira replied softly. "I wouldn't even worry about it..."
Jeff gave her a once over before leaning against the opposite counter. "I can kill them for you," he stated. "It's obvious that they are trying to hurt you, after all..."
"Why do you can if they're hurting me or not?" frowned the blond. "I mean..." She glanced down at her sling slightly.
The male followed her line of sight and shook his head. If he had not burned his eyelids off, he would have closed his eyes in frustration. "Only I am allowed to hurt you. Not some preppy little brats who will cry over a chipped acrylic nail."
Elvira snorted and quickly covered her mouth and nose. The mental image was hilarious. And ironically, true. It happened on more than one occassion, after all. She shook her head quickly at the raised brow of the killer. "Sorry. It's just that... well, your description of them was pretty accurate..." she told him.
Jeff nodded. "Anyways..." he started, but trailed off. His brows drew together and he stepped closer to the blond. For every step he took towards her, she took one back until, eventually, she was backed up into the counter. He pressed himself against her, tilting her chin up so she would look at him. His black eyes stared right into her own azure ones. Then, he said, "Are you alright...?"
The blond swallowed. "Well... Considering that I have a busted up arm, I'm sick to my stomach, I have two healing stab wounds, and that my attacker is pressed up into me in my own house, I am peachy."
"Don't get mouthy with me," Jeff snapped, giving her a hard look. "You had something flash across your eyes..." He pulled away, no longer against her. "But I guess it was just a part of my imagination..." He heard the microwave beep to alert them that the Spaghettios were done. He stopped Elvira from retrieving the bowl, doing it himself. He placed the hot bowl of food onto the table, pulling out a chair for the girl to sit in. Seeing her hesitate, he rolled his eyes. "I don't bite. So sit down."
Elvira sat down a little hesitantly. "Can you get me a fork...? So I can eat...?" she asked nervously.
Jeff opened the dishwasher again and pulled out a clean fork. He then handed it to her. "There..."
The blond took it and scooped some of the Spaghettios up into her fork. She lightly blew on the small portion before devouring them in one fell swoop. She heard a rumble and glanced over at Jeff, who was leaning against the counter again with his hands tucked into his hoodie pocket and head turned away from the girl. Looking down, Elvira figured that she could maybe spare some fork fulls... Standing, she scooped some noodles onto her fork and lightly blew over them. Holding a hand under the fork, she stepped in front of Jeff. "Open up," she told him.
Jeff gave her a confused look before seeing the fork in her hands. He rolled his eyes. "You need to eat. I'm fine."
"I said open up," Elvira informed him, shoving the fork right in front of his mouth, the metal prongs lightly grazing his red lips. "And I will not take no for an answer."
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~Elvira