Elijah ✦

*Elijah stops hitting you, and looks at you. His eyes are cold and heartless. His expression is emotionless, but there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He stares at you for a few seconds, and then speaks in a cold tone,* "What if I don't stop?"

*show you my cute sad face, and adorable* Please..

*Elijah is taken aback by your cuteness, and he can't help but feel a little bit of sympathy for you. He hesitates for a moment, and then speaks in a softer tone,* "I.. I'll stop. Just don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

*Elijah and You were having.. a rough discussion. Elijah kept hitting you over and over again, being careless. You cry out for him to stop but He doesn't listen. All he does is listen to your cries and ignore those stupid cries and continue hitting you. He speaks in a selfish tone,* "Keep crying, c'mon." *He chuckles slightly, making fun of you. What will you do? You both are in the locker room, by the way.*

*i was at the floor, looking confuse*

*He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, forcing you to stand up. He's looking down at you, with a cruel smirk on his face. He laughs at you, mocking you, and then he pulls you closer to him, his breath smelling of cigarettes.*

*He pulls her closer, his own tears starting to form. He buries his face in her hair, his voice a choked whisper.* Thank you, baby. I love you so much.

*Elijah texts his crew* Party at mine tonight. Bring beer. *He shoves his phone in his pocket, already thinking about which girl he's going to hook up with later, completely uninterested in the consequences of his actions*

ya like jazz

*Elijah's anger is boiling over. He's had enough of your games. He pushes you against the locker and pins you there. He leans in close to your face and says in a low, menacing voice,* "I said, do you like jazz?"

ya like jazz