We Need To Talk

Chapter 25

We Need To Talk.

Sara Hewitt.

The drive to Elijah's house was really long, and he knew that much. Still, it seemed like he didn't care.

"What took you so long? I've been waiting for you for over an hour!" His brown hair partly covered his face, hiding his pupils that had two different colours.

Elijah was handsome, but he wasn't my type. I was only with him to get closer to Sage, but he didn't know that.

"You know how late night traffic in my area is, babe." I let out the most feminine mewl sound as I yawned and stalked towards him. "I'm so tired, I need a hug." I cooed.

Elijah was easy to read. Acting like a baby was enough to have him soften up to me. It was enough to get him to feel like a powerful alpha male protector. I did everything to massage his ego, which worked perfectly for me. It didn't matter that I felt disgusted or anything. At least, we had never had sex. That was the one thing that still kept him with me.

I was a virgin, and not like other girls. I mused to myself. If only he knew that I wanted his best friend to take my virginity, he wouldn't be so nice to me.

"I'm sorry. It's just..." He paused and engulfed me in his arms. "School was stressful, and I missed you." He kissed the top of my forehead.

Images flashed instantly. The earlier picture. Sage was doing the same to Lyla. I balled my fists tightly.

"Hey, are you okay?" Elijah seemed to know I was distressed.

"I'm quite fine. What about the party? Are we not going again?" I asked, looking around.

"Nope." He popped the 'p'. "I decided we could just stay in... N*****x and chill, you know. Hang out like we used to. I barely get to see you in school these days with your busy schedule."

It was time for me to act. I peered into his eyes, looking like I was enamoured by his words. I clasped my hands together in excitement.

"Oh babe, you're so sweet." I told him, the fake tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly with a smile on his face. "C'mon, it's not that deep." But the blush on his cheeks said otherwise.

"Fine." I smiled. "What are we watching?"

I began peeling my coat off my body, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw as he watched me hungrily. I was wearing the tiniest short that exposed my long beautiful legs, and a crop top that exposed my really flat tummy and beautiful waistline. Yes, I knew I was really beautiful and blessed with an hourglass figure. This was the more reason I wanted Sage to have me. Something fresh and untouched for someone like him, well... until that woman came along.

Deep into the movie we were seeing, I decided to play around with the evidence I just got from Don.

"Hey babe." I said softly.

Elijah's head quickly snapped towards me. He was really attentive to my needs.

"Uh?" He responded, his eyes roaming my body before settling on my face.

"What do you think about the new teacher? Lyla Atelo?" I started by testing the waters.

He scoffed and faced the television once more. "I don't think anything about her. She's not worth sparing a thought for."

Well, your best friend would beg to differ! I said it in my mind.

"Oh really? What about your friend, Sage? What does he think about her. I heard he stayed all afternoon and evening with her in the nurses' office." I edged the conversation further, and this was what got his attention.

I held my breath for a few seconds, anticipating his response.

"What Sage thinks of her?" He seemed to be in deep thoughts. "I honestly can't say. Sage is really hard to read... Well, unless he wants you to read him." He shrugged and his eyes went back to the movie.

I started by slowly taking out my phone.

"Do you think he likes her?" I probed further, and I got the reaction I needed.

He sparked. He got angry. "Why would you think that? Sage isn't that stupid, neither will he get so low with a woman like that. He could have any woman he wants, and trust me when I tell you this, Sage will choose better than her." He raised his voice. "By the way, what is your obsession with him? It's getting annoying already. This movie was for both of us to watch, and you're ruining it by bringing up that woman and Sage."

I launched into my second act. The tears. It always worked wonders. The tears started dripping from my eyes and I sniffed, trying to clean the ones on my cheeks.

"Why are you saying such a thing?" I pulled the video out and pushed my phone towards him. "I was on my own when someone anonymously sent this video to my phone. Even this phone recording. Happening between Sage and Mrs. Lyla. I just wanted to know if you knew about it already. Why would you say I'm obsessed with him when I'm looking out for your best interest. If this is a lie, wouldn't it do you good to tell Sage about this? He would punish the person for spreading false rumors about him."

Elijah's pupils constricted as he watched the video. His expression kept getting darker and darker as he listened to the doctored phone conversation I had with Don. Of course, I changed my voice and the name Don kept calling me. This way, no one would know I was involved.

When it got to the part of 'hearing sounds', Elijah made a weird noise at the back of his throat.

"Delete it. Everything." He said darkly and got off his king-sized bed. "Whoever made that video and recorded that conversation, I want to know their names." He went towards his closet and pulled out his hoodie. "Make sure that video doesn't reach anybody."

"Where are you going?" I pretended to be alarmed.

Of course I knew he was going to Sage's house. That was my only chance to hear his voice again. I jumped out of bed and leaned into him, giving him a hug. He stilled for a few seconds, but one thing was that he hadn't noticed that I had slipped a recording device in his pocket. It was a pen, so it wouldn't raise any suspicion if he saw it.

"I'm going to find Sage." He snatched his car keys from the ottoman and bent low to kiss my forehead. "I'll be back. Just stay here and wait for me."

Just as he drove off, a message pinged on my phone. It was from the principal who I sent the video to. Of course, my mother didn't know it was me.

"We need to talk." The message read.