Chapter 84

"Will you just keep standing there, or you actually coming to me?" Scott asks, and the delight in his voice makes me surprised. He says it loud enough for both me and Clay to hear, but I'm pretty sure each and every other person in this place had been wanting to hear the voice of the person who had so phenomenally captured their attention.

I walk to his seat, and I bing myself crashing down in a depressed groan. He giggles at this and I cannot seem to place my hand on exactly what is causing him to be this cherry, and happy by this time of the day, not putting into consideration the fact that he has probably missed half a day's worth of schooling.

Well there arent really any classes today, so I'm guessing there would have been nothing to do at school too, but that's not my point. What could be making him so happy, that he wears this smiled on his face, the smile that seems to attract the distraction of probably all who come into minimally close sight of his face. It captures thier attention like a magnet.

It almost seems for a moment that the attention I was feeling just a few moments ago, is nothing compared to the one he has been probably experiencing all the while he has been here. He seems none the less bothered about it, as he just motions for Clay to come sit.

That is exactly what makes me know that something is wrong here. My brother is not this is not this cherry and happy, nor this accommodating to any one, absolutely no one.

"Are you drunk?" I ask him, looking at him intensely from the corner of my eyes. It would be a faint possibility as Scott always has the horrible penchant for doing whatever crosses his mind when he's hurt.

This happiness doesn't seem to be normal, so I'm guessing there's something else that is behind it. "Can someone be drunk on milkshakes?" He asks, and the answer is so simply simple that I believe him. There's no way he can be drunk by this time of the day. I don't think Scott even drinks, which is another weird thing I like about him.

Each and every boy in high school at this point in time, seems to be trying out some sort of spirits or alcohol at each and every time of the day. Some would even sneak it into their bottles and take sips from it while class is going on. Some think it isn't very noticeable, but it is more noticeable than they all realise, as the moment they start talking to you, you start getting the faint smell of that tingling sensation under your nose. The tingling sensation that belies someone is drunk.

"Then why exactly are you so happy?" I ask him, and the mysterious glint in his eyes makes me know that I am totally screwed. I follow his line of sight to see Eras walking steadily towards us with that million dollar smile on his face. I almost feel like killing Scott where he sits with that delighted smile plastered upon his face. I'm guessing this is his form of revenge. Well, Very Well played I mumble as I face palm myself.