"𝓜𝔂 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷."

CHAPTER TWO

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That smirk. It was enough to send Elliot off. The worst part was that pest had Elliot's most precious item in his grubby hands.

Elliot took a couple steps forward, glaring as he held out his hand. "My sketchbook." Elliot said through gritted teeth. "Please give it back."

Elliot's hands were clawed, if Vincent made one wrong move, his princely face would be scarred.  There was an awkward silence. Elliot felt like he was being taunted by Vincent's staring.

It only annoyed Elliot more. Desperate for his precious sketchbook back in his hands he snapped.

"Arrête de me fixer! (Stop staring at me!)" Elliot practically screamed in the quiet and empty library. "Rends-moi mon carnet de croquis! (Give me back my sketchbook!)" His face was etched with anger, glaring holes into the blonde's head.

Vincent just stood there, seemingly in shock. After a tense and long silence he finally spoke.

"You speak French? 一 No you are french." Vincent smiled.

'What?'

'What?!'

Elliot was speechless. His eyes twitched with irritation. His sketching time was being wasted with this...this...Weirdo! 

'What's with that look?' He thought. 'Is it amusing that I'm french?!'

Taking a deep breath Elliot swiftly snatched his sketchbook out of Vincent's hand. While Vincent just stood there staring.

Like he was studying Elliot.

"You have a staring problem." Elliot said bluntly.

Ignoring Elliot's comment, he got uncomfortably close. His fingers brushing against Elliot's hair making him shiver. "Your sketches are gorgeous." He said softly, looking into Elliot's eyes.

"Tch." Elliot swats Vincent's hand away, "Don't touch me." He gave him a glare, than began packing his things.

Vincent chuckled, folding his arms in a pout. "I don't get a thank you?" He asked slyly.

"Thank you.." Elliot said quietly, trying to hide his embarrassed and honestly flattered expression, however, his rosy ears had given him away.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you." Vincent's face turned into a smug grin. Elliot gripped the strap of his bag tightly. "I wish not to repeat myself."

Elliot's patience was wearing quite thin. Before Vincent could say anything else the bell rang, and Elliot quickly passed Vincent.

Vincent stood there for a moment then smiled.

"I want to know more about him."

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It was lunch time. Elliot had already finished eating, he made sure no food residue was on his hands or the table.

Once he made sure it was clean and he had his sketch book this time he began sketching his surroundings.

Sketching was calming to him, it was comforting, carefully sketching the busy and lively tables. Elliot was completely immersed into his sketches until he felt a cold breath on his neck.

"YEEEEAK?!"

Elliot nearly fell out of his seat. He felt he was close to a heart attack. Elliot whipped his head around to see the culprit.

"Jasmin..." Elliot spoke in a exasperated tone, clutching his school uniform tightly. The brunette giggles mischievously.

"Yer such a scaredy-cat!" She said in an cheery tone, her large amounts of jewelry making her look like a living disco ball.

"And you're a nuisance." Elliot said smiling. Jasmine acts dramatically her hand on her chest as she flops onto Elliot's shoulder. "Yer hurtin' me Ellie!" she says in a whiny tone.

Elliot just rolls his eyes and nudges her off. "Your theatrics won't work on me Jasmin."

Jasmin giggles and sticks her tounge out in a playful manner. They've been best of friends since elementary school. Having been through thick and thin have made them closer than ever.

Jasmin looked closely at Elliot her eyes narrowed. "You don' usually sketch at lunch..." She brings her face closer to Elliot's. "You feelin' alright?"

Elliot just groans and rubs his hair. Jasmin immediately noticing the signs of stress, she grabbed Elliot's shoulders making him squeak in surprise.

"Who is it?" Jasmin spoke. Her eyes were blazing with protective energy.

Elliot couldn't help but chuckle, and gently removed Jasmin's hands.

"I just met some weirdo at the library." Elliot began, tapping the tip of his pencil onto the paper. "He was irritating."

"What'd he look like?" Jasmin asked

"Don't fight him." Elliot said sternly. His eyes narrowed, his pencil pointing at Jasmin.

"Wasn' gonna." She huffed in a pout, he arms folded.

"Mhm...sure." Elliot casted his gaze back to his sketchbook. "Unluckily I have a group project with that weirdo." Elliot's head started to throb.

Jasmin giggles, poking Elliot's head. "Bummeeeerrrr!" She said teasingly. Elliot swatted her hand away playfully. "Quit that!"

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The school day had finally came to an end. Elliot looked like a ghost had taken his soul. 'God I can't wait to go home.' Elliot hoped for a smooth way home, but some unforseen being had other plans.

Just as Elliot was about to leave he heard and unfortunately familiar voice behind him. 'Just my luck...' Elliot closed his eyes and braced himself for another headache.

"Hey there frenchie." Vincent's voice was smooth as silk, and the nickname made Elliot want to puke.

"Hello." Elliot's tone was chilling to the bone. Avoiding eye contact he swings his messenger bag over his shoulder.

Just as Elliot was about to leave, Vincent stepped infront of him. Elliot nearly bumped into him, "Excuse me...?!"

"We should go to a café together." Vincent said with a smile. Elliot gave a confused 一 and slightly offended ─ look and scoffed. "Why would I go to a café with you." Vincent's smile didn't falter. "For the project of course." he said simply.

As much as Elliot despised being with this smug A-Hole, he hated losing an easy grade more. He sighed heavily.

"Fine, but it's only for the project." Elliot pointed a threatening finger at Vincent, while he just smiled.

'I'm probably going to regret this...' Elliot thought and sighed internally.

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Heyo heyo! Oh my GOD. I've been stuck writing this chapter for a while because i wanted to start the others so badly
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