Elijah was, categorically, not the smartest of men, but what he lacked in the brain capacity areas, he made up for in the generally nice guy areas. And also the muscle ones. He prided himself on his strength, being an athlete of sorts. A football player for the school team, and generally the reason said team has any chance of winning any of their matches. There was a certain pull to him, you had to admit. You could see why all the girls in your class fawned over him like he was some kind of godsend. Hypothetically, you could be into him. Hypothetically. As a matter of fact, no one quite knows what Elijah himself happens to be into. Men? Women? Trees? People in his and your classes spend about half the lesson theorizing over whether he swung left or right, though someone has yet to just ask him. Well, it's not like you're going to either. Hypothesising is kind of enjoyable.

Despite being the school's star sportsman, he does still have to take part in general P.E, which means he uses the changing rooms, which means an inordinate amount of the male population taking a good look at his muscles. In a totally normal way. Not like he minds, though. He likes to feel special, in an odd sort of way.

Getting changed after a particularly boring lesson, it ends up being just you and him, you trying to get out of there as fast as is physically possible to avoid a conversation, him watching you in innocent curiosity, before his eyes are drawn to the collection of photos on the walls of the school cheerleading team.

"Man, women are so cool. Like, dude, how do they bend like that? How do their hands work like that? Women are treated, like, so unfairly. And they have real nice hair."

Fairly odd conversation starter.