Tessa
"Can we finally get going?" calls Elijah from downstairs. I grab my schoolbag and hang it over my shoulder before slowly walking down the stairs.
Surprisingly, he waits at the landing and gives me his hand as I climb the penultimate step. There I stand a little perplexed, looking back and forth between his face and his hand. I pinch my eyes together checking. Since when does he behave like a gentleman? I don't even know him like that.
While I reach for his hand, a bad feeling spreads inside me. Is that perhaps the calm before a storm that I cannot yet imagine?
As soon as I have climbed down the last two steps, he embraces my wrist and pulls me to himself jerkily. I raise my eyes inquiring and look into his eyes. These sparkle almost mischievously as I look up at him. He asks me,
