Chapter 67

The way his eyes seemed to peruse me, the way his eyes made me feel uncomfortable, the sort of uncomfortable that no one has ever made me feel before, "So you decided to give him the trashing of his life?" I ask her and she nods in the affirmative. I can only imagine what would have happened if I hadn't gotten here on time, and it would probably end with that guy being bathed in a whole contingent of different food, as his new and expensive new clothes will be soaked and all that food will put to waste. "Do you know him from somewhere you've been?" I ask, and she gives me a raised eyebrow, like how would she possibly know someone in a place that she has just come to, well except us that is.

I sigh deeply as I'm about to go into a full-blown explanation of why she should ignore such people, and not take such actions to retaliate, when I sight Scott from the corner of my eyes biting his lip, and looking surprisinigly adorable while carrying out that action.

It seems he holds some sort of appeal to my eyes, and I wonder why he has a split lip. "What's your story?' I ask him, my voice degrading and a bit mocking. He ignores me and goes on with the split lip, sucking the blood away from it with increased fervour, and Oakley laughs at his actions.

It think should both of us agree to back each other up Oakley would still laugh at Scott ignoring me. "Why do you have a split lip?" I ask him yet again, and you shoot me a glare that tells me he heard my question the first time. He seems unwilling to talk about it, and I'm about to let it slide, when a that possibility enters my mind. A possibility that I am not even willing to consider as I probably do not know who I will be angry at.

"How was your test today?" I ask him and as usual he already seems to know what I want to ask about, "I didn't get the slit lip from your little Prince charming" he tells me and the sigh of relief I breathe is surprising.

I don't really know what I would have done if I were to be caught in such a situation. I know Scott is usually provocative when it comes to Eras, and Eras has been very accommodating and has never really struck me as the sort of person that would resort to physical violence, but if the split lip had come from him I'm pretty sure I would have never talk to him again.

No matter how much it would pain me to carry out that action, I would never speak to him again. I would never glance his way again, because even though my heart still beats like an erratic drum for him, if he had ever raised a hand on my brother, that would be the end of us.

It would be the end of any and every relationship that we were ever going to have, "Then what exactly did this to you?" I ask Scott and a cackle that sounds grim at my back seems to answer in reply.