Her daughter walked to the living room, disappointed that her mom wouldn't tell her what happened.
At that moment, Elliot came out of the kitchen. He had just finished the routine of cooking dinner every day, and He saw his daughter, who had a frown and a slumped form.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" He said as he sat next to his daughter.
"Mom wouldn't tell me what exactly happened after the group project…" She sighed, putting her hands on her knees.
"Well… Your mom didn't have the best parents, let's just say that," Elliot sighed, "but she didn't tell you what happened because she wanted to protect you."
"Can you tell me the rest of the story, Dad?" She asked with her eyes half-lit up.
"Uh… sure, why not?" Elliot took a deep breath, and then he began telling the story from his perspective
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I woke up, then put on my glasses, and my room was filled with collectibles from my favorite games, anime, and movies, especially the show called "THE ELECTRIC SLAYER".
My room was slightly messy with clothes and papers all over the place.
I put on my clothes and then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I neglected my hair(as usual) and just slightly combed it.
I then walked downstairs to the living room, where I saw my mother making pancakes.
My father, who was at work the other day, is sitting on one of the chairs. He looked at me, then smirked and chuckled.
"Congrats!" my father said, "You are now officially a man!"
I was confused. What did he mean by a man? "What do you mean, Dad?" I asked while tilting my head.
"You got a girlfriend now! I really wanna see her, but I guess if she is your girlfriend, she is always a good one!" My dad laughed, my mother turned around fast, and then talked with more pride than I have ever seen anyone show.
"Well, she is extremely smart and pretty, she might even be the popular girl, she's also nice!" My mother puffed, her chin high, her chest puffed out. I sighed.
"She's not my girlfriend! We're just classmates… Rivals even, friendly rivals…" I grumbled. I didn't realize it at the time, but I care for Aurora, which explains why I wanted to comfort her yesterday.
I took a pancake, ate it quickly before grabbing my bag, put on my shoes, and walked out. My father was a psychologist, and my mom had a doctorate in sociology, which is why I think my mom liked her so much.
At school, I sat at my table, and I was able to avoid every jock, which just proves how insignificant my presence is.
I looked to my right, seeing Aurora. A smile crept on my face. She then looked at me with a cold look.
The teacher burst in and gave us surprise exams. Of course, I was the one who finished first.
I can feel Aurora's death glare sizzling against my skin. This girl is scary… but cute… cute? I think I got a mental illness… why do I feel calm when I think of her, or look at her…
At lunch, I sat at an empty table. I was fine with eating alone, since I do everything alone, so I began eating.
At that moment, Aurora sat at my table, sitting next to me, her expression unreadable. Why did she do that?
"Why are you here?" I asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Shut up, nerd, I was just tired from those girls' yapping, be grateful." She spat, I chuckled, I found it funny for some reason, but as I was laughing, she quickly looked away. Was she hiding something?
"It's… not funny! I s-said Shut up!!" She yelled, hesitation clear in her voice. It surprised me. She's acting weird.
"Hey… I wanna tell you something…" I asked, I was hesitant to say it, but I wanted to desperately know…
"What…" She took a deep breath before looking at me, her face back to stoic.
"I get this strange feeling when I'm around or think about you, just wanted to ask if you know," I admitted. I felt like I was making a big mistake. She looked at me with wide eyes before getting up and stomping away. Was she mad? what?
I took my time to realize what I said, but I never found any problem… Does she hate me now?! Oh no! I feel choked! Why does the thought of her hating me make me this uncomfortable?!
Later, it was gym class, my arch nemesis… I sat on the bench, hoping the couch would ignore me.
"Elliot Reid!" the teacher yelled. Oh boy… I walked towards the teacher, then he pushed me and told me to jog with the rest on the track.
I sighed, then I jogged, bouncing from one foot to the other. I was able to finish half a lap before I was too tired to even move, and that was when I remembered that I am the brains type, not the brawn.
Then I looked at her, she was jogging like a rabbit running, she was fast, the sweat on her face highlighted her beauty, she looked determined and not even close to tired.
The sight of her like that made me feel even more determined to finish, but I remembered how she ran and how she could potentially hate me, and that made my determination go away. There wasn't enough for me to even sit up from lying on the ground.
Why is she like this?