Emerged

Chapter 3: Igniting fire

Elle’s POV:

It had been a whole 24hrs after the run in with Mr hot shot yesterday and yet I could not get him out of my head. The audacity; that's what I convinced myself was the cause of him still preoccupying my thoughts.

"Elle? Is that you?"

I turn around and face the soft feminine voice who called out to me, shock resonating on my features as I turn and see my ‘friend’ Angela who I once thought of as a God. See, Angela was your typical rich kid who had perfect hair , perfect teeth, perfect body... let's just say she was perfect.Until I quickly realised the little conniving b***h she could be when no one was looking.

"Angela...long time no see...", I trail off, expressionless face compared to her overly smiling one. "OMG, what a beauty you've grown into, I see you finally ditched your nerdy phase thank god", she says empathetically like she did not just insult me underhandedly.

However, this brings a smirk to my face, which I could see causes her shock, she does not expect me to take it so lightly after-all, still mistaking me for the meek little girl I once was. "OMG, you too babe, although I see you haven't grown out of the insecure-little-b***h-that-tries-to-break-everyone-down-because-she-deems-herself unworthy-of-love-but-craves-it-more-than-anything phase you had going on in high school, still didn't figure out how to hide your claws well enough hmm?", I say with a hand on my heart, a smile on my face and a innocent flutter of my lashes.

She looks dumbfounded, jaw dropped to the ground like she is waiting for someone to pick it up for her. I cannot blame her though as I was once the girl she could tease endlessly without consequence.

"I'm not a little girl anymore Angela, you were dumb enough to think your words would not have a retaliation. Don't f**k around if you don’t want to find out. Got it?"

With my final piece said, I swish my hair around and rock my hips as I feel her eyes glaring a hole into the back of my head, probably wishing I'd drop dead. I must have been too focused on the victory dance I was doing inside my head that I did not notice I knocked into someone. Losing my balance and nearly falling flat on my ass before strong hands grasps onto my shoulders.

Great way to have a mic drop moment. I murmur to myself.

When my eyes reaches the hazel hues of my saviour , I become more enraged. The douche from yesterday. Mr Perfect but ugly.

"Thanks urhm...", I trail off, embarrassed about my failed attempt of a boss walk and even more embarrassed that of all people I had to trip and fall into the arms of , it had to be the guy I told to f**k off yesterday.

"Elijah. My name is Elijah. You are welcome, knew you had no guard to your mouth but nice to know you have two left feet too."

Enraged but indebted to him, I swallowed the retort that was on the tip of my tongue and just faked a smile and walked to the counter to pack away the books that were returned today. Ignoring his eyes on me and the death glare I could feel from Angela who was still roaming in between the fiction and romance section, I entered the serial numbers of the books into our database before loading it on my tray to pack away.

Circling around the counter , sectioning each book to its respective genre , I lift my head and find him in front of me again. This time, holding a stack of books in his hand and gesturing to it as if to say 'check me out'.

"Do you need to check out?", I asked with a nonchalant tone.

"Yes please, if you don't mind taking a moment away from your busy schedule", I ignored the sarcasm I detected and narrowed my eyes at him before circling back around the counter to open up my PC.

Scanning the books and asking for his member card,I quickly process his selections. Taking notice of the variety of children's books he had.

Must have a kid or two, I thought.

"Loan or purchase?", I asked. Maintaining an uninterested tone.

"Urh... loan".

Finishing up the process and handing the books back to him I say, "Be sure to return them back in two weeks to avoid a fine and having your membership revoked. The date of return is stamped in each of the books and please make sure no damage is caused or you will be liable for the cost of a new book."

"Thank you. I never got your name...", he trailed off looking at me as if expecting to get his head bitten off.

"That is a result of your massive ego that insulted my work ethic yesterday and implied that I was drooling over you. In essence , my name is of no relevance to getting your books checked out. Have a good day."

I spun on my heel and dragged my cart away from him moving toward the politics section to start stacking the books away.

I heard his passing comment however; "what a remarkably difficult woman."

Remarkably difficult my ass. That will teach him not to be such a snob, but why do I have so many butterflies flying around in my stomach?