Elora's POV,
I was exhausted and my mind was just shattered in pieces. I got up from the chair not forgetting to tuck it back into the table not wanting to get a lecture from this horrible teacher and left the class with Sieanna and Saige.
This whole mission thing was just an absolute nightmare, what I would never bring myself to understand would be that how people could just sexualise, threaten, and hate on a group of girls who spread positivity, confidence and so on through music. That's something I could never accept. I hated the whole idea of having to do this mission just to stop these trolls but I had no choice but to do this because if I didn't, who would?
I walked into the girl's bathroom and quickly made my way into a cubicle. I leaned my back against the door as soon as I closed it and shut my eyes together so tightly only seeing the colour white. I couldn't even use the word exhausted to describe how I was feeling anymore. There's a certain level of tiredness that equates to insanity; for me, it's when I'd like to temporarily dislocate my spirit from my body as if I could ask God to take me out for just a short while, let my soul go wherever souls go to be zen. I'm a fairly brave person, I am, but sometimes I just don't wanna feel the process of recovery all over again. I know I'll wake up feeling okay in the morning, it's simply a level of worn-out-ness that hurts.
I heard a tap on the door of the cubicle room where I was. I murmured lazily, thinking it was either Saige or Sieanna, "What do you want?" "It's me," Antonio said. I was surprised at how a guy made his way to the girls' restrooms. Silently, I sighed, not being able to ignore him any longer. I opened the bathroom door and I wrapped my arms around him. Ugh, I missed it so terribly. I smiled against his chest, no longer feeling cold but safe, because his body made me feel warm.
Antonio's POV,
I looked for her everywhere but still, there was no sign of her. No curls that defied rules and gravity with equal contempt, no mini-skirt defining the shape of those slim thick thighs of hers and her small hips that made me feel things I've never felt before. I could go on but I was starting to get impatient not seeing any untamed, curly, jet black hair in sight that would tell me that she is still in school. And then I saw what my eyes wanted to see, without my brain even commanding my legs to move they scurried across the hallway, My hands unconsciously moving people out of the way making people curse at me but I was unbothered, the only thing that could and did bother me was Elora. She bothered me and only she did.
I tapped on her shoulder, she swiftly turned around my heart thumping so hard only to skip a beat when my eye receptors come to detect that it isn't her. I come in contact with a blonde-haired girl her hair nearly white defining her immaculate melanin. I was confused as to how I confused her with Elora who had jet black hair but this girl had platinum blonde hair. I never saw a beautiful light skin girl with blonde hair but now I have and I could assure you that it was the most beautiful thing ever. Her eyes were light hazel brown so soulful and as bright as any glacier yet so very warm. I liked the sight in front of me but I didnt want to like it. I wanted to love the sight in front of me and so I went to go look for Elora, totally leaving the girl I tapped on the shoulder confused yet amused, also not failing to see the five other girls she was surrounding herself by, all of their eyes stuck staring at my broad back as I made my way towards the girl's toilets.
I walked into the toilet my eyes squinting due to the bright lights and I was welcomed with a bunch of screams, slaps, kicks and punches. I yelped in pain and ran out of the toilets meeting the six girls I left behind earlier. All of them just staring at me not smiling. Normally when people stare at you, you would be creeped out but this time I was okay with them staring at me. I ran back into the toilets as soon as I saw with my peripheral vision that the girls that abused me left the toilet. I pushed the door to the toilet my eyes already used to the light, I looked for Elora. I knocked on the first cubical I saw. "What do you want", Elora said sighing softly as soon as she questioned who it was knocking on the door. "It's me", I said waiting for her to open the door. I could hear shuffling and little murmurs in her cubicle, but I didn't want to hear that. I wanted to hear her soft voice that made butterflies appear in the pit of my stomach. As soon as I internally made the decision that it was my cue to leave, the door was opened in a hurry. I was met with a pair of hands roaming across my body tightening their grip against my tiny waist. I could feel her smile against my broad chest.
I ran my slender fingers through her curly hair, my fingers making her once soft, ringleted hair her straight due to my slim fingers straightening it for a few seconds. I stayed there, her head placed on my chest listening to my heart beating irregularly due to my owns crush smiling against my chest. I felt her body relax against mine as soon as she welcomed herself into my arms.
A wave of nostalgia hit me as soon as I felt her hands grip onto my biceps, sliding up wrapping them around my neck allowing me to move my hands off her flat back but down to her tiny waist. I rested my hands there feeling so relaxed and calm. I knew this feeling and it wasn't new to me at all.
My skin was tingling where she touched me and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest erratically that I thought it would fly out. There were butterflies in my chest - no, lions, but it felt good. Finally, what I knew all along, I admitted to myself, but I was too ashamed to say it: I liked her. A great deal. And I wanted to take her with me. What I was so curious about now, though, was whether or not she thought the same?
Saige's POV,
Amazement doesn't quite cover it. I feel like someone just took my spark of wonder and poured on kerosine. The smile I show on the outside can't adequately reflect what I feel inside; it's like every neurone of my brain is trying to fire in both directions at once - the best kind of paralysis. Amused could also describe how I was feeling right now. I've never met someone so weird yet so astonishing, as cheesy as it sounded I liked it. It was so weird, having someone to tap on your shoulder and just take their time to examine every one of your features that sit on your face and then leave.
I definitely knew who that was and I knew what he was up to. He already got my baby sister under his fingers and tamed her but I definitely wasn't going to let that happen to me. The six of us girls watched him leave, his long, thick, muscular thighs taking him to his desired destination wherever it was, probably tapping another girl on the shoulder and examining her.
"I think he's looking for Elora", Brittany, whose real name was Liana, our thrid youngest member, said. "Or he's going to tap some girl he's seen in the hallway and ogle at her every feature until he's satisfied again", Glinda said smugly whilst smirking and playing with a lighter as she muttered the words. She was the second oldest member her real name was Lilliana but even of this mission we still addressed her as Glinda due to her really liking the name. She was very protective of all of us and very cold. She barely spoke, but she was either serious or angry when she did.
She was never caught laughing, but there were a few times where we've seen her draw a smile. It was beautiful, it was a shame that we could barely see it. Now enough of Glinda, I wanted Elora. I wonder what she was up to. Not going to lie it has been quite some time since we've spent time together, the seven of us have been so busy planning this whole mission and preparing for our comeback that we've totally forgotten about each other. It was very overwhelming and we were all worried for each other seeing as the whole idea of having to fake our identity and appearance wasn't exactly sane but was what was going to keep us alive. The fake identities that we use now were made for us way before we were born, even this whole idea of us even being famous and successful in many industries was predicted and planned for which was quite impressive.
One thing that wasn't impressive though was the absence of Elora. We couldn't see her anywhere and I was beginning to get quite worried about her especially Ada, our oldest member whose real name was Agnes, she was very agitated towards Elora's non-appearance.
Elora's POV,
I didn't want to let go but I still did. My body beginning to feel cold again due to me not having his body close enough to me to have his body heat radiated onto me. He looked at me with his soulful dilated eyes his lips parted so ready for me to have my lips placed on them. But that wasn't going to happen. Not today, not ever.