On The Move⁵

                                                         On The Move⁵

Elijah Lincoln 

Eighteen. It’s been eighteen minutes since Eloise went to the loo. What the hell was taking her so long? God, she better not have thrown up over herself because I will not drive her home smelling like vomit. 

My hands dropped from the random girl's waist before stepping away. I was instantly pulled back a bit, I turned back to look at her holding my wrist with a small smirk on his face.

"Wanna get out of here?" She asked, her free hand fiddling with the hem of my shirt. "And have some fun elsewhere?"