Elyssa's POV
Everyone, maybe not everyone, knows that you're supposed to wear white when going bowling. So when the lights got dark and neon, all of our shirts were glowing and our teeth! Other people that had blue and purple or pink and stuff, the only things on them that were glowing were their eyes and teeth.
"Let's do a challenge," Loren
suggested. He always wants a
challenge. I rolled my eyes. "But
who would want to go against us,
though?"
"We'll give it a try.." someone
said.
I turned around, Loren
smirked, and I had a smiled on
my face. "Peter!" I ran into his
arms.
"Hey, Ely.." he chuckled.
"What are you doing here?
What happened? How come you
haven't been at school?"
"I was sick, didn't Clara tell
you?"
"Yeah, she did." What, did he have a disease or something
crazy? "I'll catch up with you
later."
"Okay."
When I went back to Loren, he
put his arms around me. "Was
that Peter?" he asked.
"Yeah," I mumbled. "He said he
was 'sick"
He snorted. "Yeah, right."
I laughed, and looked around. I
spotted Darren alone. I squiggled
out of Loren's hold, but he seemed to be holding on tighter. "Loren..." I warned.
"What?" he smirked.
"Let go me go for a minute. I'm
just going to go talk to someone."
He sighed, heavily, before
loosening his grip. I was just
about to pull away, until he
grabbed hold of my wrist, spun
me around, and pressed his
mouth against mine. I smiled,
throwing my arms around his
neck. "Now who's the one that
doesn't want to let go?" he said,
against my lips.
"Still you," I said, spinning
out of his grip. I laughed at him,
as his jaw was hanging open. He
folded his arms, shook his head,
and went to get some bowling
shoes.
I caught up with Darren. "Hey,
what's wrong? You look glum," I
teased.
"Nothing" he replied, not looking at me.
"Uh, yes there is. I know there
is." I can sense it.
"Ely, nothing is wrong, okay?"
He looked at me this time with his brown eyes.
"Tell ya what," I said,
ignoring what he wanted.
"Since I definitely know there is
something wrong, when if we
win against them," I pointed
over my shoulder at Peter and
his team. Who were they by the
way? "You'll tell me what's wrong, deal?"
He waited for a moment before
half-smiling. "Deal."
"Great, because the game has
started."
Darren's POV
I forced myself not to watch
Elyssa for a long time, as she
laughed, talked and bowled. It's
a shame we broke up. We broke
up because Elyssa was moving
and she didn't like long distance
relationships, and I don't blame
her either.
Besides, she looks happy with
Loren. But, who is this Loren guy,
anyway? He just waked up into
her life, and brushed me away. I
bet Elyssa totally forgot about me, or us, when she met him. There's really nothing I can do about it anyway. I can't break them up. Elyssa would know it was me.
Unless I get someone else to do it.
But why would it matter? She's
probably got some other dude on
speed dial, so how would I know
if she'd come back to me?
"Darren," Elyssa's voice
interrupted my thoughts. "It's
your turn."
I grabbed a ball. Swung. Strike.
I bowed as if I were a king as Elyssa clapped.
I looked at my competition,
and my jaw dropped. She winked
at me before swinging. Strike.
She went to put the score in, to where I was at.
She was gorgeous, even
compared to Elyssa. She had curly blond hair that bounced as she walked. Speaking of walking, I looked below her back...
She had big, beautiful, light,
brown eyes, a perfect chest, and
pink full lips. "Where'd you learn
to bowl?" she asked me. I'm
surprised she's talking to me.
"I watched my dad when I was
a kid, and he taught me when I
got older," I replied, sure as hell
happy I didn't stumble over my
words. "What about you?"
"I taught myself how to bowl,
Sweetie," she smiled. I raised my
eyebrows. "What's your name?"
"Darren."
"I'm Malia," she held out her
hand to shake. I shook it. "Nice to
meet you."
"Pleasures all mine," I smirked.
It was Elyssa's turned. I watched
as she made a perfect strike. She
smirked at her competition.
"Man, she killed me!" her
competition whined.
After 3 minutes, it was our turn
again. "Good luck." We both said.
I swung and knocked down
eight. I swung again. Spare.
Malia swung and knocked down eight as well. I snorted. She Swung again. Knocked down one.
We both went to put the score
in, and when our hands touched,
we didn't seem to notice.
The game ended. We won. I
didn't really want to win, because
I don't want to tell Elyssa what was wrong with me. But speak of the devil...
"So...?" she begged at me.
"Uh...I was just thinking about
Malia." I lied.
"Who's Malia?" she asked.
"One of the girls on the other
team. The one I was going up
against. Yeah," I nodded. "She's
pretty hot."
Elyssa smiled. "Well, I'm happy
you've found someone else." Then she left to go talk to Loren.
I breathed out a sigh. "Hey,"
Malia came next to me. Speak
of the other devil.
"Oh, uh, hey."
"Everything okay?" she smirked. "You seem nervous, especially when you get around me."
"Okay, first of all, you came over to me just now so you must like me," I teased, if that was hardly a tease anyway.
Her face got cocky. "Maybe I don't like you," she pressed her body against me, and I stayed really still. "Maybe I do." She got off of me and smiled. "See you around, Darren."
"Yeah...uh.."
She left.
That was so hot. I can't geta hold of myself right now.
I wiped a hand through my
hair, and met up with everyone.
Everyone snickered at me. I
groaned. Please tell me they didn't see what happened. "So." Mel said. "We saw you and that girl," she raised an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah, her name is Malia, and we weren't doing anything," I waved her off.
"Oh!" she gasped. "So you know her name?"
"And I bet you wanted to do
something with her, huh?" Brady
tapped me on my shoulder.
Elyssa's POV
I told everyone that I would meet them in the lobby downstairs, I just wanted to grab my phone to see if I have any missed calls. When I entered my room, it was dark. The curtains were open before, so it wasn't even dark in here. Now the curtains were closed. That's strange. I clicked on the light, thinking I would see someone in here.
No one was in here. I must
be watching too many movies.
I opened the curtains, and
started looking for my phone. I
could not find it! I thought I left
it right on the dresser by the
lamp. I searched under the bed,
in the bathroom, in the bags we
brought, but I just couldn't find it!
Then, something scared the
crap out of me. "Looking for
something?" a voice sounded.
I jumped probably like 3 feet in
the air, my heart pounding so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. When I turned around to the voice, my eyes widened, and I think I was just about ready to jump out of the window. "Hello, my dear, long time no see."
"Tristian?" my voice came out
in a whisper.
"Surprised? I'm not. This is
actually a nice cell-phone. Where
did you buy this?" he asked me,
giving me an almost death look.
"Downtown," I answered. I
mean, why not answer? I don't
know why he's here, what he's
doing. While he smiled, and
checked out my phone, which
was rude, I was looking at him up and down.
He was the same the last time I
saw him, but he had on a white
collard shirt, black jeans, and for
once, some shoes. "Like what you
see, my dear?" he chuckled.
"I am not your 'dear'" I lifted
my head up. "What do you want,
and why are you in my room?"
He tossed my phone to me, which I easily caught. "I am here for you, my dear."
"Why? I am nothing special."
"Ah," he smiled. "But you are,"
he started walking closer to me,
and I backed up into the window.
"Has Loren told you?"
"Loren?" I narrowed my eyes
at him. "What about Loren?"
He chuckled. "Wouldn't you
just love to hear about your
soul-mate," he mumbled to
him-self.
I'm sorry, did I hear him
correctly? Did he say soul-mate?!
"What the hell are you talking
about?"
Tristian smiled, stepped closer
to me, and whispered in my face,
"Why, my dear, you have so much to learn." His hand started to caress my face, and my breathing stopped. Then, he did something I was not expecting him to do ever in my life.
He leaned in and kissed me.
I was very disgusted, and I was
about to push him away, but
something changed.
I closed my eyes, and sighed,
my mouth started moving
with his. Why am I liking this?
Shouldn't I supposed to be
pushing him away, yelling at him, throwing things at him? What is Wrong with me? It's almost like I'm being forced. Or am I being compelled? Oh, sorry, I guess I watch too much Vampire Diaries.
I brought my hands up, and
put them on his chest. His skin
was warm and hot, through his
shirt, and I could feel his heart
beating.
Tristian, moaned a little,
caressed my face, and smiled.
"Why, my dear, you have such
soft lips."
I, then, pushed him away. I
wanted to throw something at
him, I wanted to throw my damn
cellphone. But he'll just take it
and use it, for all I know. I wiped
my mouth with my sleeve, and
glared at his hot body.
"I shall see you again, my love,"
then he disappeared. How does
he do that?
Seconds later, Loren came into
the room, smiling at me. When
I didn't say anything he stopped
smiling. "Is everything alright?"
And just to hear him say that,
and look at his beautiful face, I
started to cry. Loren rushed over
to me, threw his arms around me, and let me cry on his shoulder.
"Elyssa, what happened?" he asked me, in a straight voice.
Honestly, I don't know what
happened. 'Tristian came into
my room. He almost took my
cell-phone. He said something
about soul-mates. Then he kissed
me, and I was kissing him back. I
pushed him away after he said I
had soft lips, and he disappeared
saying he'll see me again.'
Yeah, not going to happen. I
would never say anything like
that. Especially not the kissing
part. "Can you get Mel for me?"
Loren looked at me. He
nodded, sat me on the bed, and
left. Mel, right now, is the only
person I can talk to and tell what
happened. She's a girl, I'm a girl.
She would know what to do,
besides we're blood cousins. She'll know exactly what to do.
Mel came in a hurry. "Ely, what
happened?"
"Uh...well.it's bad and it's kind
of good."
She sat next to me and waited
for me to go on. "Is anyone
outside of the door?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Aaron and Brady, please leave, right now.
Don't make me come out there!"
Mel shouted. We both heard them running off.
I laughed, and continued.
"Tristian was here."
"Tristian?" her face got serious.
"What happened? Did he hurt
you?"
"No," I grabbed some tissue
and wiped my nose. "That's what
I want to talk to you about. And
only you, because you know how
to solve boy problems, and crap
and whatever type of stuff he
said."
"Boy problems?" she cocked a
brow.
"Oh grow up!" we laughed,
and it felt good. "It's not like that.
Tristian....he uh, said something
about Loren, and when I asked
him about it, he um...."
"Spit it out!"
"He kissed me."
She gasped. "He kissed you?!"
"Shh!" I looked around, as if
anyone was supposed to be in
here.
"What happened when he
kissed you?"
I blew out a sigh. "Honestly, I
started kissing him back...."
She gasped again. "Loren won't
like this," she shook her head.
"That's why we won't tell him,
duh."
"Why not?"
My eyes widened. "Do you
want him to go crazy like a mad
man? You know how protective
he is over me, he could go kill any random person!"
"Okay, but you're gonna be one
of those girls who was the reason
why her boyfriend broke up with
her.."
"What?"
"I'm just saying. Some
relationships don't last, all
because the girl wouldn't come
out and say, 'I kissed another guy'. The boyfriend has to find out for themselves, and then they get mad because the girl didn't come out and say it."
I stared at her in complete
shock. She watches too much T.V.
"Elyssa, I want to talk to you,"
Loren said, with a serious look on his face.
I looked at Mel, hoping she
didn't say anything. She shrugged. I met up with Loren. His face was still serious, and he crossed his arms. "Tristian was here."
"How did you-?"
"I could smell him."
I sighed. "Loren-"
"Elyssa, why didn't you tell me?"
I couldn't say anything to that.
The look on his face, showed that
he wanted the truth, and I had to
give it to him. "Because I didn't
want you going after him."
"I wasn't going to go after
him!" Loren said, and grabbed
my hands in his. "Well, maybe
I was, but Elyssa, I need to know
these things. We tried to get away
for a while, and he comes back?
We know he wants you, and it's
my job to make sure he doesn't
get you."
I looked down. "I know, Loren,
and I'm sorry. Are you mad at
me?" I looked up to find his green eyes looking into my blue eyes.
"Elyssa, I could never be mad at
you. I really care about you."
That got me thinking about
what Tristian said about
'soul-mates.' Loren tilted his head
at me, as if he knew what I was
thinking. Hopefully he doesn't.
"What did he say?" he asked, and
it almost came out in a growl.
When I didn't say anything,
Loren squeezed my hands. So, I
came out and asked him, "Loren,
do you believe in soul-mates?"
It was a good question right?
But something in Loren's eyes
sparkled when I said soul-mates.
"Did he say anything about it?"
he asked me.
"Well, no. I mean, he mumbled
something about it, but I was just
Wondering...you don't have to
answer," I shook my head at him.
He sighed, and started to caress my cheek. Just like Tristian did it. "Yes, I do believe in soul-mates."
I half-smiled, while Loren
brought me back to the room,
where everyone was watching
T.V. "Guys," Loren said. "I'm
afraid we can't stay here." He
looked at R.Jay and Darren. "Elyssa's mom called and said we should be going back, because there's a harsh storm coming." Translation for Mel, Kenny, Brady and Aaron: "Tristian came. He found us, and now we must leave."
And he wasn't lying. On the
news, it says theres was going to
be a big storm. "Okay, well, we'll
get back to our room and start
packing up." Loren turned and
faced me. "Will you be okay?"
"Yeah, I think I will," I smiled.
He smiled too, before putting his
hand on the back of my neck, and leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips. We parted, and everyone pretended to gag. "Goodnight, Elyssa."
We both rolled our eyes, as
Brady, Aaron and Kenny stood
in the doorway. "Really, man?
Really?"
"Yes, really. You'd know you
would be doing the same with
Mel, Kenny, so close your mouth,"
Loren said, as they left and went
down the hall. I turned to R.Jay,
Darren, and Mel, and they started to get ready for bed.
I went to sleep thinking about
soul-mates.
The next day, I went to sign us
out, and check the truck that we
came in. When everything was
settled and some of them were
still packing, I waited outside
to get some fresh air before it
started raining. I was walking,
and I wasn't paying attention to
where I was going, and I bumped
into someone. "I'm so-"I looked
up. "Sorry."
"Leaving so soon?" Tristian
smirked.
"Yes, we are. What do you
want?"
"Do I get a good-bye?"
"No. You're mean, selfish, and
you're probably going to follow
us again back to Wisconsin, so
what's the point?" I crossed my
arms.
"Fair enough," he chuckled.
"Why did you kiss me?" I asked
him.
He glared at me. "I believe you
should ask yourself that question, my dear. Why did you kiss me?" he smirked again.
"I didn't kiss you, you kissed
me!"
"You kissed me back," Tristian
said.
I narrowed my eyes. "Okay,
seriously what do you want from
me, Tristian? Why can't you just
go on with your so-called life, and leave me the alone?"
It seemed like his eyes got
dark when I said that. He stepped
closer to me like he did yesterday, but I didn't step back this time. "You belong to me, not Loren.'
"Who said I belonged to
Loren?"
"Both of you." He did what
Loren did yesterday when he
placed his hand on the back of
my neck. But Tristian, didn't do it
so light. He did
it firm and hard,
and he brought his lips to mine,
again.
This time I had no desire to kiss him back. He pulled away, with an evil smile on his face. "I will see you later," he half-growled. I saw him run into the woods and transform.
Everyone came out, and when
Loren saw me looking into the
woods, I looked away, but I guess
he saw Tristian. "Did he bother
you?"
"Nope," I smiled. "He just
stayed where he was. In the filthy
woods where he damn belongs,"
I said. I grabbed Loren's hand as
he laughed at what I said, and
we all hopped into the truck, and
drove off. In the same seating
arrangements.