Chapter 44

The first hitch of this assignment didn't start as I'd earlier thought it would with me and Clay, instead it began with Scott and Eras, as they seemed to argue about almost everything thier devilish little eyes seemed to come into contact with.

The group project was going to take some weeks, but cleanup duty started today and I could already hear Scott and Eras arguing yet again, after I literally just seperated them just a few minutes ago.

"You know, only married couples argue the way both of you do" I say and I can feel the grin on my face as Scott drops the tray of whatever he was carrying and it goes crashing on the floor "Repeat yourself sister?" Scott requests, and i grant his request with a tongue stuck out and a look that told him I wasn't going to be bossed around by my younger brother.

Clay cannot seem to want to be near us the less, as I see him probably avoid every place we go, like there was some viral disease in there. The way he seemed to cringe whenever we came near him seemed to only pique my interest in him further. He worked mechanically and with an oddly graceful precision that it had me want to stare at him all day.

I hear someone grunt as I snap my attention away from Clay only to see Eras looking at Scott with an amused but sorry expression on his face. I think Eras caught the amusement before the remorse, and I can see him run a hand through his hair like he was done dealing with this shit.

"Can we switch partners?" He asks looking at me imploringly. I don't think I've had one little complication since I'd started cleaning my own area with Clay. Eras looks hurt by Scotts request though and I can see Clay obviously brace himself as he expects me to trade him with Scott right away. I don't know why every single action this guy seems to take, have a wierd effect of making me feel one way or the other.

It makes me scare about just how much of myself I am baring to a total stranger as I can feel the stares of all parties involved consciously await my answer. I don't seem to have one and so I just go with what my heart feels at the moment. At the moment I'm feeling like I shouldn't even dream of Trading Clay for Eras.

Scott won't die from something as simple as Eras stepping on his foot. It's a mistake and he has to deal with it also the notion of hanging our and spending more time alone with Eras makes me feel queasy, as I Know I'll surely lose my head around him.

This cleanup continues for some thirty minutes more as I can feel tome practically fly away in silence. I hate this sort of silence, the type that makes you think everyone is at war with everyother person. I look to Clay and my heart skips a beat, I haven't returned his umbrella.