Chapter 2

It had been a week since Charlotte had heard anything from Elijah. She was happy she wouldn't have to see him again. She made sure another accident like the one last Tuesday didn't happen anymore. Whenever her mother tried to ask her for help she'd always say she had exams coming up and stayed longer hours at school.

Surely, she never thought the lie would work because her parents didn't really care about her education. But it did, and like all the other days, Charlotte sat in the school's library all alone typing away, her imagination running wild as she wrote the most erotic scenes ever. At least that's what she thought as she wrote them, but she knew when it was time to re-read her confidence would go down the drain.

"What are you writing tesoro?" She was so lost in her thoughts that when the voice was heard she thought it was her imagination.

"Yes! That's the word, thank you Elijah-" Her calm voice turning in a scream as she slammed her laptop shut and quickly turned around, only to regret the decision when her face smashed against his chest.

Her brown eyes had winded in pure horror as she prayed to god he hadn't read what she had been writing. Her cheeks turned the darkest shade of red and all she wanted to do was strangle herself. She pulled away and stared up at him, to see the amusement on his face. "E-Elijah, what are you d-doing here?" She stuttered the words not forming correctly in her head as she tried to calm her beating heart.

Elijah was sure she had heard him when the door had made the most annoying sound, but when she screamed he couldn't help the amusement. He only had caught a few words on her screen but he couldn't help but be curious. He already knew she was into writing since she had told him last week and he couldn't help but be happy and proud of her. He himself loved reading and writing and knew just how hard it was.

She had told him sometimes she struggled with concentrating and he couldn't help but want to help her. So, he suggested something to her parents. He never thought they'd agree but they did. And right now he wasn't sure how to give the girl in front of him the news.

"So, this is where you spend the rest of your days, huh?" He teased as he stared around, making Charlotte want to crawl away and hide. She meekly nodded and cleared her throat before starting to put her things away. She stiffen when he sat beside her and stared at her.

"Well it's a comforting place." Elijah shrugged, as he stared at her. He had never seen someone who blushed this much, she was such a shy vixen. Of course the tiger came out whenever she spend more than ten minutes with him. Making him think she wasn't the same person. But yet, he couldn't help but like both sides of the girl. The cute and innocent, and the angry and bratty one.

"Thanks." She whispered and zipped up her bag. Charlotte awkwardly played with her fingers not liking the awkward silent one bit. "So, umm...what are you doing here?" She asked again and stared up at him before adverting her eyes. She hated eye contact, she felt like if someone even stared longer than one second they'd know every secret. And there were a lot of things she wanted to be kept hidden.

"Well, I'm here to pick you up. But I figured you were here for a reason, so if you want to continue writing I could wait." He suggested and her heart stopped beating. No one has ever been so considerate, of course she knew she could never write with someone sitting beside her but just the thought of him waiting for her as she continued her passion made her feel wanted and loved.

It was the two feelings she believe she had never felt.

"No, I-I'm fine." She smiled for the first time that day and looked up at him. She couldn't help but feel less and less awkward and shy around him, he was just such a nice person. And maybe, just maybe they could be friends. Of course, Charlotte knew their age difference was too big to be friends, but she was mature enough. Right?

She couldn't contain her excitement any longer, "we can go now!" she exclaimed and stood up. Elijah was surprised by the sudden change of attitude, but he was glad she was getting comfortable around him. She was going to live with him after all.

He just needed to find a way to tell her.