I stared back defiantly, but with an unreadable expression.
Elijah would never get a reaction from me.
He wanted me to beat at his chest and yell at him for sexualizing me in class.
But I did not care, not when I had nothing and no one to back me up when s**t got ugly.
“What do you want Elijah?” I asked him, folding my hands.
Elijah smirked at me and leaned his head on the lockers lazily.
“Eli, please. Elijah sounds like the name you would give a Saint.” He said, his tone low and playful.
“And I don’t know if you’ve realized,” Elijah continued, sending a quick glance down my legs.
I will kill this bastard......
“But I’m not one. Not at all” he stood to his full height and flashed me a smile.
“Eli was a prophet too. Doesn’t make any difference. Change your name if you don’t li
