Chapter 83

The simplicity with which he seems to always be modest, makes me marvel at how someone who has so much seemed to never mention a word about it. He even seemed more nervous at me finding out, rather than for him to be excited about this particular fact.

I'm pretty sure if he had been anything of a show-off he would have flaunted this particular possession of his in my face, with a self-satisfied grin and a sort of condescending expression. The ride to the restaurant is surprisingly quick for each, and every one person involved, and I think that is just my nervousness speaking, as I'm pretty sure it is only the two of us that have come this far out of school.

Well both of us, and my brother. It doesn't take long for us to park, and I feel even more embarrassed at the curious gaze that follow the both of us. It seems people can't just get a satisfied bout of staring at both the beauty of the car, and surprisingly the person who owns it.

I catch a few guys giving me shy smirks and I shift my eyes away, that is exactly how they are at first, but later, they only have the intention of using you for their own selfish interest.

We enter the restaurant, and it doesn't take long for me to find Scott. He's sitting at one of the tables and wearing a sultrily delighted expression, like someone just hurt him real bad and yet he seems happier at it.

He's sipping a milkshake, and I cannot help but wonder at the strikingly simple beauty of his appearance right now. His ebony hair is falling in curls and tresses around his face, but yet he doesn't seem bothered by it.

His hair seems to be getting longer every day, and I think if I don't kidnap him and take him for a haircut, he will never assent to doing it normally.

His hand is on the beautiful glass mug that they have put his order in, and he seems to be sipping it away, Oblivious to the fascinated stares he's getting. I think that's one part of Scott that i actually like.

He has this ability to tune himself out of this world, and simply enter another one where people simply don't stare at him like he was some sort of antique possession everyone wanted to have. He always seemed to be able to take himself out of his surroundings, and simply create one in the enormous space that was his mind.

I always seem to be very self-conscious about each and every movement that goes on around me, and I almost wonder how we are siblings. We always seem to be so different, but yet I'm pretty sure my brother loves me more than anyone else in the world.

I sure wish I had this confidence he so easily displays right now, as the stares that are following me makes me uncomfortable. It makes me feel like my zipper is open, and each and every person here is staring at me as my whole back is practically exposed. I feel bare.