"Did you like what you saw?" Melia asked, and Elijah looked at her blankly. "I suppose the red dress in your thoughts left you desiring something else," she added with a sly grin. Elijah felt his cheeks flush as he halted his steps. Melia stopped a few steps ahead of him, waiting for his response. "Wait... did you read my thoughts?" he finally asked. "I merely projected what you were thinking," she responded, turning on his heels and walking up a small flight of stairs until he reached another hallway with several doors leading to other rooms. She stopped at the second one, feeling slightly uneasy. "But it's just...I don't..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say. The reflection had stirred something inside him, and he wasn't sure how to articulate it. Melia looked at him with a gentle smile, noticing the crimson in his cheeks and his nervousness. "If I didn't like you so much, I might even show you what's beneath the dress," she teased, turning the doorknob with a mischievous gl
The softness of the linen sheets made him melt into sleep after going downstairs to get something to eat at that time of the morning. The sun's rays came in through the window in front of the room and hit the bed. He stirred a little and stretched in the same way, stretched his arms and lowered them in an incomplete circle. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his tousled hair. He leaned on his forearms, yawned and picked up his mobile phone from the table beside the bed. " 8am. " He yawned again, he would be studying in two hours. He pushed the sheets away from his body without wanting to, the softness caused him to never get out of bed. He got out of bed without first looking for several seconds at the floor where two pairs of sandals lay, they weren't his, he knew that well. Anyway, he slipped his feet into them and heavily walked out of the room and down the stairs. He passed through the hallway looking at the closed doors, curiosity assailing him. He approached the first
Elijah nodded with a furrowed brow. He left the kitchen and made his way to the bedroom. Upon arrival, he picked up his mobile phone and noticed he had several missed calls and messages from his parents. His father, Josh, had asked him to call him once he arrived at school, and his mother had done the same. He also saw messages from his siblings, as well as some lighthearted good morning messages from Fox and Rebekah. After finishing up with his phone, he headed to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower. Wrapping a towel around his thin waist after, he noticed that a set of clothes had been laid out for him on the bed. The outfit consisted of a pair of ripped black jeans, dark brown boots that matched the grey coat, and a white shirt that was just a shade darker than his skin. Elijah's brow furrowed even deeper as he inspected the clothes. He wasn't the type to dress stylishly, like most of the boys at school. He preferred to dress normally. He left the shirt on the bed and declined
Her limpid orbs stared unflinchingly up and down at him. He closed and opened his eyes, hoping that what he beheld was a mere phantasmagoria or a trick of his mind. Did thy closest confidant attire himself more elegantly than thou couldst fathom? "That shall suffice, Rebekah," he interjected, feeling uneasy under her scrutinizing gaze as she sought the Elijah who preferred modest garb. "Look upon me not as if I am not the customary Elijah." "But thou dost not resemble the customary Elijah," his brother Sam interjected, as he ran his digits along the collar of the coat adorning his kin. "Who attired thee like an idol?" "Do not exaggerate." "'Tis no exaggeration," Robert and Sam chorused. "Thou art overly well-dressed, and..." He strode towards him, and Sam took a whiff of him. "Thou dost smell of the most expensive perfume." " Watchman." This is Rebekah speaking." What?" She asked as everyone looked at him. "That perfume is worn by Fox." She shrugged his shoulders. " But... Elija
"What... did he say?" he queried, enunciating his words with difficulty. Surely, it must be a jest, he countered inwardly. Was his day not already fraught with enough tribulations? Perhaps it was another Dahioh he had referred to when he mentioned having to attend to matters at his institution of learning. The principal named Sak scowled at the anxiety of one of the finest pupils he had ever taught. "May I ask if thou art acquainted with her?" "No..." he replied, casting a fleeting glance at Rebekah, who was whispering to him, inquiring about the situation. "No, sir," he coughed. "I do not know her. But... may I be permitted to use the lavatory?" "After the new student arrives," the principal retorted, and Elijah persisted. "Very well," he acceded, with a resigned air. "Go ahead and do not tarry," he added, and Elijah rose from his seat and exited the classroom. Being outside he walked straight to the rectory looking out of the window at the girl who seemed to be talking animatedl
He was never given the opportunity to introduce them. Fox bolted away without a word, and Za's eyes were vacant, leaving him to wonder if his friend had recognized the woman from a photograph. He dismissed the thought immediately, as there were very few clear pictures of the woman, and the ones that existed were either held by the now-retired librarian or by himself. He stood before Za, waving his hand in front of her to grab her attention. "Is something the matter?" inquired the snowy-haired man. "I have to find Melia," she evaded the question, beginning to walk away. Elijah paused for a moment before following him. Za seemed different now, almost anxious. Why the sudden change? Why did the sight of Fox affect her so deeply? No, he told himself, it couldn't be that. It was something much more complicated, much further away. "Do you have any idea where Melia might be?" she asked Elijah, who shook his head. "I have to speak with her, I have to... I saw her! I saw her!" she exclaimed
I was starting to wonder if it would be wrong to do the same thing to Jahjah that they did to Judas. Would that be wrong? Because if it is, then all the more reason for me to do it. I was getting irritated with him. Every time I said something that I knew was true and he wanted to deny it, he would argue back. He was really getting on my nerves. Ever since I met him, he's been a pain. His brow furrowed, his nose wrinkled, and his deep voice demanded a response. To be honest, it was the only time I could hear a hint of manliness in his voice. Although, on second thought, not even when he's angry does it come out. Should I tell him that? That I think his voice lacks masculinity? I swear I'm going to do it. - March 1, on what would be another day where I make life miserable for the blondie. After class ended and the break began, the twins were on campus with their friends talking to the rest of the students about the new girl in their class. Practically everyone in the school, including
"Okay, will you guys please be quiet?" Elijah asked his brothers, annoyed by their conversation in the back of their father's car, where the main topic was Dahioh. His brothers fell silent and gave him a dirty look that he could see in the rearview mirror. "It's like they've never seen a girl before. I'm sick of hearing about Dahioh," he said, opening his notebook and feeling his father's gaze on him. He turned to him and asked, "What?" "What's the matter with you?" his father asked. "I'm just sick and tired of my brothers talking about Dahioh," Elijah replied. "That's all." "Jealous?" Sam asked. Elijah sighed and closed his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, little brother. I can assure you that Dahioh prefers a different kind of masculine style, and you and Robert are nowhere near it," he said, smiling briefly before stopping abruptly. The twins were left speechless. They were offended by what their brother had said, and they didn't expect it. It was evident in their faces and even