The Elementals #1 - Kiki XoXo (books for students to read .txt) 📗

them. I’m in it! With Dr. Drake. Although, I look older. More his age and not teenage. He is smiling down at me, but that can’t actually be me.  She is older. Although she has my hair, and my face. I wonder if anyone else in palace has noticed this painting yet?!  Moving away from the distracting painting, I look at some of the others. A bunch of people I don’t know. The only one that I recognize people in is the one with Elijah and I. Maybe that isn’t me, maybe that is one of his old lovers. That’s why he likes me so much, because I look like her. Immediately I walk back over to the painting. We’re both dressed in old victorian looking masquerade dresses just with out the masks. Our boobs look the same size. She seems a little taller then I am, and the girl looks older like I said earlier. Puzzled by the painting, I want to find Elijah and  ask him about it. I don’t really want to have the X’s talk though if that is an X of his. Slouching into a bench, I wonder where Tatum is, I thought he would’ve followed me or something.  I guess not which I am okay with.

 

Leaving the room,  I walk trying to find somewhere I can go, or my parents so they can bring me home. What else do I have to do? I mean, I wouldn’t mind seeing Elijah, but I think I should let him be for a little while. Walking back to my hospital room, I hear Molly and Garret fighting inside. It’s about Dr. Drake giving me his blood. Listening in more, I hear how Garret thinks it was a huge risk that will never happen again. Molly is just crying saying things like at least she is okay and safe.  Leaning against the door, I keep listening. Since I got here it seems like all they do is fight, or have something about me to discuss.  Walking away from the room, I walk around aimlessly. I don’t go into any rooms I just keep walking. What should I do? Not go to a study,  I am still hungry. I bet they left, so I can probably go and get food! Finding my way back to kitchen I hum random tunes that probably belong to songs I just can’t think of them.  Once I find the kitchen I squeal with hunger and excitement. I’m really hungry. Rushing inside, I look for food that is easy to make and satisfying.  Grabbing a box of macaroni, I wonder where all the staff is. I mean, it’s around super time.  I start boiling the water, and get out milk and butter.  I don’t have my phone, there isn’t a radio.  I lean against the counter watching the water, waiting for it boil. Seriously where is everyone? I haven’t seen any one since I left her earlier. I guess I heard Molly and Garret.

 

Stirring the noodles, one last time before I drain the water, I  start humming again. I normally hate humming, I find it annoying.  But for some reason I’m humming. Once I have to water drained I mix in the milk, cheese, and butter. Smiling at the perfection in front of me I grab another bowl, and sitting at the island taking small little bites of my mac-n-cheese!  I miss training, or at least I miss having something to do. The day or two I haven’t had much to do, with my near death experiences and drama filled chats. finishing my bowl of cereal I look for another bowl to out the rest in. Cleaning up my mess, I head out. I’m not hungry anymore, but I am bored!  Next thing I know I getting pulled into a room, and lip locking with them. Pushing away from Sebastien, I take a couple breaths. He is breathing hard as well, pushing me back. I feel the wall behind me, and he grabs my hands holding them above my head.

 

“Sebastien!” I say, trying to break free. This isn’t him, it can’t be. His eyes are blood shot, and is breath reeks of alcohol. Is he drunk? “Sebastien, hey! Stop.” I say, as he starts kissing my neck. It’s a study, has he just been sitting in here waiting for me to walk by? I spot bottles of vodka lying on a table, and I feel bad. He is drinking because I told him no.

 

“I just want to be with you.” He says, speaking clearly. So he isn’t drunk?

 

“Are you drunk?” I ask, getting ready to knee him.

 

“No.” He replies, letting go of my hands. I slap him. “ I deserve that.” he sighs, rubbing his cheek. His eyes clear a little, okay good he isn’t drunk. I almost knee him still.

 

“Ya think?!” I ask, walking awake from him. “Why did you do that? It’s already hard enough for me!” I yell, frustrated now. I can’t look at him, I don’t know whether I’m disappointed or if I want to kiss him again! Moving as far away from him as I can, I wait to for him to reply.

 

“You think it’s easy for me?! I’m getting mixed emotions here! One day you kiss me the next you don’t.”  He says, walking towards me. I need to keep my space.  “Now you can’t even stand to be close to me.” He says throwing his arms in the air.

 

“You’ve been drinking Sebastien! I don’t know what you might do!” I point at him, and then pull my finger back, what’s with me and pointing? “What ever you have to say you can say it from there.” I add. He stops moving.

 

 “I just want to know what the hell is going on! I thought we were… together or getting there and now you barely speak to me.” He sighs, reaching for a bottle. I get up taking the bottle from him, pushing him away from the table filled with vodka.  “You know I love you.” he whispers. I sigh, I do know that. “Anything to say?” He asks, locking our eyes. I tremble. How do I feel about him? Definitely feel something, but is it love?  How do I feel towards Dr. Drake? I think I love him, but that might be from the bond. So, what it’s still love isn’t it? I was way attracted to him before I even found out about the bond. Same with Sebastien though. He was the hot guy I saw in the garden!

 

“I ahh… Sebastien. I don’t know…. I mean, yeah I’m attracted to you… and …” I don’t know what to say, I mean. I of course don’t want him to hate me, but I know that I need to talk to Elijah!

 

“Is there some one else?” He asks, now he is stepping away.  Well, shit. I’m not a good liar. I can be, but to him? “Who?” He asks, I rub my forehead. So my face was obvious, I need to work on facial expressions some time.  Who do I say? I can’t say who it is!  “Don’t tell me it’s the Drarkal  Prince or what ever he is.”  He says in disgust.

 

“It’s not Tatum.” I reply right away. Of course he goes straight to Tatum! Speaking of him, he warned me about this. Breaking the princes heart, but is that what I am doing? More then likely, yes.  “It’s no one you know.” I say, putting my hands on my hips. Hopefully I convince him. “He is back in… the human world.” I add. “We were friends before I came here. We recently started talking again over the phone.” I finish telling a short lie hoping that it’s working.

 

“So, you have feelings for some one who you can’t be with?” he says.

 

“I can’t be with you either!” I reply. “My parents said no!” I sort of yell getting in his face. He smiles. “What?!” I demand.

 

“So you do want me.” he whispers with a wicked grin. Ugh! He totally set me up! “If you want me and I want you what’s  holding us back? We kept it secret before?” he says, grabbing my hands.

 

“I told you…  I like someone else too.” I sigh. “Isn’t that like cheating?”

 

“When will you ever see him? He lives in the human world?!” Sebastien says moving his hand up to my shoulders. Why is the so hard and complicated! Gosh, why doesn’t he see that no matter how much we want to be together my parents don’t approve and his parents don’t approve! We can’t be together!

 

“ Sebastien, your parent’s don’t like me!” I say, I need to think of something that will get through to him.  He needs to find a princess, and fall in love with her not me!

 

“ My dad likes you. . .  my mom on the other hand…” He says, I rub my forehead. Wow, so his mom really doesn’t like me.  I had the feeling she didn’t, I also have the feeling she knows about Dr. Drake and I. She has caught us a couple of times, I mean we were only talking but still.

 

 “I’m not a princess Sebastien.” I finally say what I know I shouldn’t. The look on his face almost breaks my heart. “There, I sad it. Are you happy?” I ask, and he just shakes his head. Walking around him, I leave the room forcing myself to not look back. Closing the door, I let out a breath. I’m the worst person ever.

 

“No, you said what needed to be said.” Elijah says next to me. I jump, covering my mouth.  “You didn’t tell him about me.” He takes note to. He is jealous? Really!? Dr Drake, the sexy doctor is jealous?  “I didn’t know if I should or not, so I left you out. I don’t even know what is going on!” I express, throwing my arms up.  “I don’t know what to tell people about the attacks, or about you, or my family, I don’t know anything!” I begin babbling into a break down. Elijah holds a hand out for me, and I gladly take it. Drawing me to him, he squeezes me, and I take a couple deep breaths. Being close to him like this is definitely calming me down.

 

“How about we go talk about it. Somewhere more private.”  He offers, and my heart flutters the way he said ‘we’! I nod, and I follow him to where ever we’re going. Leading me through hallway after hallway, we have little small chat, keeping it light. Probably because it’s going to get really heavy pretty soon. He opens a door, finally, and I walk in seeing a bed, dresser, couch, bookshelf, lamp, and another door.  It’s really nice and sophisticated looking, and it’s extremely clean, and it looks untouched.  His bedroom. I’d been in his office, and his hospital room, but his bedroom! A shiver goes through me when I think about what might happen in here.

 

Stop thinking! He might be reading my mind!  Walking straight to the couch, trying to make it less awkward I sit down, with my eyes wandering his room. No pictures, nothing to personal. Wonder why?  Maybe he didn’t plan on staying long?

 

“What do you want to talk about first?” He asks, shedding his jacket off of him. Now he is wearing a plain gray t-shirt with dark washed jeans. Tossing it on the chair in the corner that I just now noticed, then he sits next to me on the couch.

 

“I don’t know. I don’t want to burden you.” I say scratching my eyebrow. He chuckles lightly, leaning back on the back rest.  “Yeah yeah.. Well, to start. Molly and Garret are constantly arguing and talking about me. I don’t know what I did wrong, I mean they fight about me seeing you, and me seeing my friends.”

 

“Give them credit Lyra, they don’t know what to do with you. You’re. . .  different to them.”  he