Destroy Me

09 // UNLESS IT'S GUCCI, DON'T TALK TO ME

I YAWNED AS I trotted down the hallway to go and get a bowl of cereal. As I turned the corner, however, I saw a brunette sitting on my counter. 

"Hello?" I frowned. She looked up at me, her eyes a mix of chestnut brown and molten gold, and gasped. She slid off of the table and the plate she had on her lap crashed to the floor. The good thing was that the plate was plastic, the bad thing was that the girl wasn't wearing pants. "Where are your clothes?!"

"I-I," she stammered. The shirt she was wearing was long enough to cover her, but she still tugged on it to make it longer. "Devon, it's me. It's Jessie Cavanaugh."

I stopped to look at her and she looked a lot different than the last time I saw her. She was a lot shorter two years ago, and her hair had grown from her shoulders to almost her waist. 

"And you aren't wearing pants... Why?" I rose an eyebrow at her. 

"Um," she paused and looked in the vague direction of Vincent's room.

"Oh!" I gasped. "Oh god!"

A door opened and Vincent appeared. For a moment, he looked right through me and only saw Jessie.

"You're still here?" He asked with a small smile.

"Okay," I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to know anything about your weird, late-night rendezvous."

"Devon," Vincent hissed. "What are you doing awake? Go be a normal teenager and sleep until two."

"Firstly, I'm almost an adult," I told him as I started up the stairs and towards my room again, "and secondly, that's what you do."

I heard Vincent try to defend himself, but I'd already closed my bedroom door and I couldn't hear him anymore. I pulled my blinds open and the first thing I noticed was Elijah standing in his room.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and another wrapped around his neck like a scarf. Elijah was nodding his head, as though he was listening to music. He walked into his wardrobe for a moment and came back with a pair of jeans in his hands. 

He tossed them on the bed and leaned over to grab his phone.

"Look away," I ordered myself. "Close the blinds and continue as though you aren't a pervert."

Elijah sat on his bed for a minute, doing something on his phone and after a minute he got that smile, the one that he got after solving a math problem. Like he was a genius for figuring it out. 

He tossed the phone aside and took a deep breath before getting to his feet again. He pulled the towel from around his neck off and then started on the one around his waist. Just before he could though, I saw his phone light up and he grabbed it to check. 

It was a sign that I should had looked away, but I didn't. 

He put his phone down again and then-

"Devon!"

I closed my blinds at the speed of light and spun around, like I hadn't been doing anything wrong. I walked out of my room and down the stairs where Vincent was standing with a very annoyed look on his face.

"Isiah is here," he muttered and then continued into his room.  I looked and he was standing in the doorway with a strange look on his face.

"Hey," I said slowly. "What are you doing here Isiah?"

"Was that that Cavanaugh girl?" He asked. "I thought she was in Germany."

"Jessie," I said, "and it was France."