unicorn love { justice&elara } blitz

E L A R A

There's a lot of shitty things that have happened to me. Too many to count really.

I think most people would have broken.

But here I am, still standing.

Somehow.

On my back, book in hand, hair fanned out on my pillow. The soft breeze rustles its pages and it runs through my hair. For a moment, all my worries are gone. And then I hear a knock on our door. I begin to move, it's probably someone trying to sell us something, but apparently I'm too slow.

"Don't worry, I've got it,"

Her tone as bitter as always. I roll my eyes and lay back down, trying to find my place in my book again. She whisks down the hallway and the click of the locks echo. I don't think too much of who's there, no one ever visits us, but the voice I hear was nothing like I was expecting.

"Hello Mrs. Stell. Might I say you look lovely this evening,"

Oh god, please no.

His voice is like nails on a chalkboard. The arrogant, insufferable little asshole. How did he even find me? I definitely did not tell him where I lived.

" A beautiful gift for a beautiful lady,"

Ew. I can feel my mom blushing from here. I pray that he goes away, that maybe if I shut my eyes tight enough he'll disappear.

"I was stopping by to see if your daughter was interested in a date,"

I sit up so quickly that my vision blurs briefly. I must be hearing things. There is no way that I'm going on a date with him. I need to stop this before my mom answers for me. I get up from my bed, and even though for how much I hate him, I still find myself fixing my hair in my mirror.

What is wrong with me.

My feet carry me briskly down the hallway, and I know I have to act surprised, like I haven't been listening. I can't give him that satisfaction.

"Mom who's-"

My words stumble, he looks good of course, that's annoying.

"Oh what a....surprise,"

I do my best to use my manners, just like I've been taught. I smile at him, but nothing sweet, it probably comes across more as murderous. My eyes glance towards my mother, signaling for her to leave. She glares at me for a brief second, as if daring me to say no, but then she smiles at Justice and waves goodbye.
My hands fall on his chest, pushing him out the front door, and shutting it behind me.

"What the hell are you doing here? And how the hell did you even find me?"

Eyes narrowed, mind racing. All I want to do is pace, maybe hit him, but instead I just stand there in front of our door, holding my ground.

"I can't believe you,"

I can't decide if this is another shitty thing I should add to my list.

E L A R A

Fake smiles.

Fake laughs.

Fake pretending I care.

My whole life has been nothing but fake, nothing but one big lie.

And it drives me insane.

For once in my life I want something to be real. Anything. I'm becoming desperate. I'm sick and tired of sitting there with a smile plastered on my face when I'm nothing but miserable. My parents taught me well though, to grin and bare it, I'm just not sure how much longer my smile will last.

"It was lovely to meet you!"

My eyes roll to the back of my head. Yeah really lovely, I'm sure he'd be more impressed if he really got to know her. Chances are he would run away screaming. Or crying. Both would be pretty amusing.

My breath is heavy, both from my anger and the effort it took to push him out the door, I'm sure he can hear it. I'm surprised he let me get him out that easily, or maybe I'm just stronger than I think.

"Well, hello to you, too. To answer your first question, I'm here to ask you on a date."

Any other words he may try to speak are unintelligible because my mind is caught on the word date. My mouth drops open and the last bit of air I have left is taken from me. He has to be joking right? He must be.

Besides, I've never taken Justice Fray to be much of a serious boy.

I shut my mouth as quickly as I can, and just manage to catch the end of his sentence.

"Plus I ran this way for school sometimes,"

"Ohh you ran to school huh? Weren't you the dedicated little Career, no wonder you managed to win,"

The sarcasm seeps from my voice, even though I know damn well I did the same thing.

He steps closer, shortening the distance between us to mere inches. Every part of me wants to look down, to avoid his deep gaze, but I stare back, knowing if I look away he'll win.

And I don't let anyone beat me, especially not Justice Fray.

"And as for that third thing, I know. I really am unbelievably attractive."

"Hm, I don't remember mentioning that you're attractive,"

Even though he totally is.

"Which is why,"

He's so close now I can feel his warm breath tickle my skin and a shiver runs down my spine. He gently takes a loose strand of hair that fell out of my bun and tucks it behind my ear. And for some reason, this is one thing that Justice Fray has done that I don't think is fake.

Maybe he is real.

"You should go on that date with me,"

An airy laugh escapes my lips.

You've got to be joking, right?

There's a hard edge to my tone. There's no way he can be serious, things like this don't happen to me. Besides, I think I've called him an ass at least one time in every encounter we've had. He has his choosing to any girl in the District. What's so special about me?

I glance down, finally breaking his gaze, and a sad softness finds a way into my voice.

"And why would a boy like you want to go on a date with a girl like me?"

I bring my eyes back up to his.

For once, something that wasn't fake found it's way across my lips.

E L A R A

My mind is running in circles.

My life has been full of choices, but they've always been made for me. No matter what, I've never had a say, but I finally do.

Sort of.

My mother would maybe disown me, but she barely speaks to me now, so what does it matter?

I stand there staring at him, my choice, just waiting in front of me. Waiting for me to pick my path. I can tell he's getting slightly agitated with my attitude, but if he really wants to take me on a date, he's going to have to deal with it.

He smiles at me, and I'm sure every other normal girl would melt if he looked at them life that, but I stand there, my eyes locked to his. (But trust me, I wanted to.)

"Well, why not?

And my mouth wanted to drop open. But I manage to hold my composure. Why not? That's it? Is this really Justice Fray? Or was he replaced with someone else? From what I've heard of Justice he should have had some elaborate answer that tries to woo me, but he didn't.

Maybe he's not as much of a kiss ass as I've made him out to be.

"Well, I did beat you up. And embarrass you...in front of everyone,"

A smirk plays on my lips. The joy I get when messing with him is indescribable. For someone who's been privileged and praised his whole, he needs someone to bring him down.

I've never seen someone have so much patience, especially with me.

No one ever has.

I blink and his arm is out before me. For a moment I'm not sure what he wants me to do with it. Break it maybe? But then I realize he wants me to take it. Maybe he isn't just here as a joke.

“You should know I put on my lucky bow tie for this. It’s cruel to deny a guy who’s wearing his lucky tie, y’know. Ruins the magic.”

"I can think of at least 8 ways to kill you with that bow tie. And that's just off the top of my head,"

I glance down at his arm, my mind swirling with decisions. A choice.

One that is finally mine.

I grab his arm and twist it behind his back, holding him there.

"Just remember, I will always beat you,"

I let go and look him in they eyes, still trying to figure him out.

"And how exactly do you benefit from this?"

He has to have an ulterior motive, I refuse to believe otherwise. But against my better judgement I take his arm in mine again, this time in a less painful manor.

A choice.

One that is finally mine.

One that I never thought would be this hard.

E L A R A

Hard around the edges.

That's how most would describe me,

but they don't know how deep it runs.

A lifetime of being pushed away and unloved, here for only one reason, has made me a rock. Cold and hard and unbreakable. Every time someone's come to close, I've shut them out. Maybe it's because I'm scared to fail. Maybe it's because I don't truly know how to tell them how I feel.

Eventually they stopped trying.

And so did I.

"Whoa! You've got a strange way of flirting-"

I feel him lose his balance slightly, but I manage to keep him standing upright. Can't go ruining his pretty little face can I? I cut him off before he even has a chance to finish.

Maybe I do have a strange way of flirting, I've never really had a chance to test it out. Guys never really approached me before, not that I've noticed at least.

Glad I'm fucking things up even before the first date.
When I finally let go he turns and stares me in the eyes. His eyes are so piercing that I can't help but look down. A moment of weakness.

Maybe also a moment of truth.

"You're infuriating, you know that?"

"I try,"

A smirk plays across my lips. But I don't really try, not with him. It's something that seems to come naturally.

"I don't remember it being a crime to want to ask a pretty girl on a date,"

"Well if I remember correctly from all the magazines, I'm definitely not the type of "pretty" that you usually go for,"

I breathe an airy laugh, one that carries practically no humor. He always has tall beautiful girls on his arms. Not muscular girls. Not careers.

Not me.

But against my better judgment I take his army anyway. I look up at him and I see the beginning of a grin growing on his face, and it seems genuinely happy. It seems real.
And I can't help but mimic his smile with one of my own.

"So I'm gonna take this as a yes,"

I stop walking and face him, eyes narrowed. Waiting a moment before saying anything.

"I guess so,"

I begin walking again, dragging him with me. I force myself to stare at the ground a huge smile playing on my lips. I can't have him see. I can't let him think he got what he wanted that easy.

Even though he totally did.

"I hope you like picnics because that's all I have planned,"

"Wow all Justice Fray has planned is a picnic? That's cheesy. Figured you'd have something extravagant planned,"

I don't say anything for a brief moment while we walk, let everything sink in. And then I can't help but look him in the eyes and smile.

"Good thing I love picnics,"

And my heart does this weird fluttering thing that I've never felt before. And it terrifies me.

But maybe he's someone I can let in.

I've never really tried.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid to get hurt.