novacane | griezmann

6 // ANTOINE

The three eventually said a few more flirtatious remarks to Elliott before stalking off, leaving me to glance at her like nothing had just happened. Personally, I didn't even understand why those three were flirting with her—she was nothing special—not in terms of looks, anyways. If they'd slept with her like I had, maybe I could understand, for she was mind-blowing in bed. But even then, I was the one in control.

"You should be careful with those three." I finally muttered, glancing at a flustered Elliott.

"I can tell."

"So," I finally spoke. "You want to try the whole handcuff me to the bed thing tonight?"

"If you must know, I have a date." She responded, her voice meek. I frowned.

"With who? Never mind, I don't care."

Elliott opened her mouth and then closed it. "Maybe tomorrow night, though." She finally spoke, making me smile the slightest. "And...in your bed?"

I barely nodded, but I knew that Elliott had caught the gesture nonetheless. She sighed and looked back down at her pants, pressing her palms into the grass nervously. I didn't even know why I was still sitting with her, I realized, but I had a free period next and all of my friends had classes. "If you're going on a date tonight, then we won't be able to see each other." I concluded, standing up.

"Well, we're seeing each other right now."

"I don't care for moments like this." I stated, truthfully. "That was just fifteen minutes of my life that I'll never get back."

Taken aback, Elliott blinked and looked at me in slight shock. "Sorry I wasted your time," She finally whispered.

"Come with me." I responded, holding my hand out. She grabbed onto it and pulled herself up, letting out a heavy breath before pushing her messy hair out of her face again and looking up at me from under her long eyelashes.

"What do you mean?" She asked, picking up her backpack and actually putting both of her arms in the straps. I swore she was twelve at heart, and she looked the part too. Just not from the neck down, or when I was under the sheets with her.

"Do you have class right now?"

"If I did, I think I'd be at class, not with you." I shot her a look. Maybe my attitude was rubbing off on her. "Sorry," She immediately apologized, and I nodded.

"I'm going to take you to my house. You know, where I sleep and every night and where I've never brought any girl. Ever." I stated, truthfully. "And you're going to keep quiet about it and not tell anyone, especially Hayden. But most importantly, you're going to tell yourself that this doesn't make you special, or anything."

Elliott's eyes flashed. Every time I had to remind her of this, I could see a dream practically deterred in her brown orbs. It would've made me feel sad, but I don't think I have any real feelings or emotions. Her eyes grew shiny and glossy, like she was about to cry, and she avoided my gaze as she swallowed down all of the lumps in her throat.

"Maybe..." Her voice drifted off. "Maybe I should go back to my house, Antoine." She finally muttered, quietly. "I'm sorry, I'm just...it's my time of the month." She blurted, leaving me to stop walking.

"It is?"

"Yes."

"Okay. You can blow me, or something. I don't care." I responded, before preparing myself to continue walking. Elliott didn't continue walking, however, leaving me to turn back and faced her. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Antoine," Her voice was shaky. "I can't."

I sighed and walked back over to her. In an instant, I grabbed her hand, yanked her into my body, and silenced her yelp by pressing my lips against hers. Elliott melted into the kiss, just as I expected, and the moment I pulled away she let out an unsatisfied whine. "Just what I thought." I smirked and stepped back, speaking again. "Elliott...I think you can."

//

As it turned out, she couldn't. Elliott wasn't on her period, but something was wrong with her; I had to pull out of her while the two of us were having sex because she was starting to frighten me by moaning weakly and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Are you sick?" I inquired, after cooling myself down. Elliott still lay in the bed, her eyes watering as she stared at the ceiling.

"I'm fine, why did you stop?" She finally spoke, unconvincingly.

"Because I felt like a necrophiliac, that's why." I responded, with a frown. "You practically looked dead. It was creeping me out." Elliott sniffled and turned to face the wall. "Elliott, maybe you need a break." I muttered, after moments of silence.

Elliott sat up and held my duvet over her chest, staring into the abyss. "I told you, Antoine, I'm fine. Just tired."

Great, I thought. Now she's making me feel guilty. "Elliott, you know yourself best. If this is too much for you, just say so."

Elliott shook her head. "It's not." She sat up. "I...I have a class soon." She spoke, meekly. I watched as she dressed herself before she approached me, fumbling with her fingers. Out of pity—and perhaps the fact that she looked pretty with her hair down, the majority of it shuffled to one side—I kissed her lips softly before I spoke.

"I'll walk you home. Just...don't take it—"

"For Christ's sake, Antoine." Elliott's voice was accusatory. "I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you and you know that. I've done so many things for you, risked so many things, all for you. Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm obsessed, but I've done so much shit to save your ass and you know it. I know to you I'm nothing but a booty call, some girl that you like to fuck because I'm the only untouched and new one on this campus. When we aren't naked and in the bed you treat me like absolute shit and look at me with disgust, as though I need a reminder of what I am to you. I thought I could handle it if I remind myself that I've been dreaming of this, that I'm lucky to even have your attention, but clearly that's just not the case. I can't."

Elliott looked down at her hands and I found myself biting my lip, rather surprised at her small outburst. I didn't know what to say. After all, I felt nothing for her, but I didn't feel anything for anyone.

"Would you like for me to take you home or not?" I finally spoke, glancing at the expensive watch that sat on my wrist. "I've never asked a girl that, Elliott."

Elliott almost said no, but upon those words, her eyes lit up. Then they were back to dulling themselves down, and she looked at the ground as she shook her head. "No, Antoine." She murmured, silently. "I'll walk myself"