Seventeen-year-old Rachel Adams had it all. Wealth, popularity, brains, beauty, the school's hottest boyfriend, everlasting friends and loving parents. Sadly, one tragic incident on the 1st September of 2017 turned her whole world upside down. The s...
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RACHEL
"He's what?" I didn't quite believe Skylar's words.
Elliot? Drunk? No way. Right?
"Rachel, I'm sorry. After you left, Elliot and I decided to try the wine. We only had one cup, but Elliot seemed to really like it so he had like 7 cups. I tried to stop him, but he just wouldn't," Skylar explained with an apologetic frown.
I shook my head dismissively. "Don't worry. It's not your fault. Where is he?" I asked, slightly panicked when he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"I told him to wait on the stairs by the library. I gave him a strawberry he was really fascinated about," she replied.
"Okay. You guys go ahead and enjoy the dance. I'll stay with him," I said.
Before Skylar or Maddie could reply, I was already heading towards the stairs in a quick pace. I found Elliot sitting on the bottom step, studying a strawberry covered in chocolate sauce with fascination. Even from a few feet away, I could see that his eyes were sparklingly and a wide smile lingered across his face.
I slowly made my way to him. When I stopped in front of him, Elliot's gaze coincidentally passed to my silver heels. His head rapidly jerked up and his drunk eyes widened.
"Rachel! I missed you!" Before I knew it, he was already up on his feet, pulling me into a crushing embrace.
Rolling my eyes, I chuckled.
"Stupid shithead. I left you alone for 2 minutes and you got yourself drunk?"
Elliot instantly drew back. "I'm sorry. The happy juice was just so good," he answered with a dreamy expression.
Happy juice.
Oh my God. This guy.
"Here. I saved a strawberry for you. It's smells just like you," he said, shoving it into my mouth.
It came to me as a surprise and I coughed a little while chewing the big strawberry in my mouth before swallowing it. "Yeah, thanks, Elliot."
"Come on, lets go outside. I think you need some air," I said, grabbing his hand.
As I started to drag him with me, Elliot immediately stopped before turning me around to face him. He was smiling widely like a child.
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
He held my hand up and interlaced each and every finger properly with his. A soft smile tugged on my lips as he smiled proudly.
