East Kids - Tessa & Elijah

Chapter 10

Tessa

For a moment I try to direct my thoughts, away from drugs, towards the person who has wrapped his arms around me. I want to turn my head towards the boy, but he puts his fingers under my chin and doesn't let me look at him.

That is enough for me. Although I like it when a guy between by times dares to show dominance, but at this moment it is just inappropriate. "Can you please let me go?', I ask, still in a friendly way, in order not to give the person too hard a basket: 'I don't have time for that right now.

Gently he drives his rough thumb over my jaw: "Oh come on, Tessa. Can't you postpone your plans until later?"

After a few seconds I realize who's behind me. At first it feels as if I'm freezing, but then I start again: "Say, what's got into you anyway? I have to muster all my strength to turn around in his arms.

In this position I can see the triumphant sparkle in his eyes, which is reflected in his cheeky grin. I would love to vomit at this moment. I am so close to him that I can even feel the warmth of his chest. And that just feels wrong. Automatically a shiver runs down my back, but it feels anything but comfortable.

"Can't I touch you," his dark-brown eyebrows are moving upwards. "No, certainly not", I stare defiantly at him and just wish that he would finally let me go. His appearance is not ugly, but his character is.

He knows very well that most girls in school like him and that's how he behaves. That's why he thinks he can have any girl and pretends to be a superstar. Sometimes I feel really sorry for his friends. Will he change them as often as his girlfriends?

"Why not? After all, you let everyone else get to it when he asks you to," he strokes up and down my side with two fingers. I don't necessarily dislike these touches, but only the fact that it's him who touches me. If it were another boy, I probably wouldn't let him down as coldly as Elijah.

"I'm still the one here who decides who can touch me, and you certainly don't count among these people." My voice is cold and hard. He is one of the only boys who never interested me. Far too early I made the mistake of talking to him and got to know his character. He also thinks I'm a slut, which I admit I am. But that doesn't give him the right to talk badly about me. Basically, he does exactly the same thing as me.

The main differences between us, however, are that I don't sleep with people in order to be able to tick them off on a list later, but to give this person and myself pleasure. I don't boast about it, while he just likes to do it. And at the same time he is also celebrated by his friends as a coveted romanizer, while I am called a slut.

"Why not?" he winking mischievously at me: "I was pretty sure you'd like it." That's enough for me now! I really don't feel like dealing with him now, because I have other things to do.

"Well, wrong thought. Now please let me go", I try to sound calm, although he just annoys me while I'm freeing myself from him.

As soon as I am finally free, I take a few steps away from him. With my back I push against an edge of the bar. Immediately I am sure that in a few days a small bruise will appear on my back, but I try not to let it show. Instead, I just lift my chin a bit to feel more confident about myself.

He twists his eyes and then steams off without another word. Sometimes I really wonder if his mother dropped him after the birth.

I continue to follow him with my eyes until he disappears into the crowd, and then I suck in air sharply several times. Why is it suddenly so warm in here?

Because I am afraid that the others will soon wonder where I am, I take both glasses in my hands and make my way back to the others. Hopefully nobody has seen what just happened. I don't want anyone to think we have anything. I really don't feel like listening to such rumours. After all, everyone knows that Elijah would be the last person I would start anything with. Anyway, everyone apart from himself.