Chapter 86

It seems the mental mantra that I keep on saying to myself, does nothing to quell the fear and faint sense of panic that I am feeling. I'm practically stuck between a rock, and a hard place, as I look at the faces of two guys. Two guys who never seem to let their gaze stray too far from me to. We all seem to sit in morbid silence for a good while, and I can feel the trepidation that is growing as each and every minute passes.

I expect something of a fight, or an argument, or even at least a little bit of questioning at who I had brought with me, but yet it seems all those things are not forthcoming, and the silence is unbearable.

It is the sort of silence that makes you to think of exactly what might be running through the other person's head. It is the sort of silence that makes you feel insecure about what you are doing. It is the sort of silence that leaves you to your own imagination, and letw your mind wander far and wide about what someone else is possibly thinking of you.

Scott regards me with and amused expression still, and I almost wish he could see the hurt that is in my eyes. I wish he could see the distress that I am in, and it seems he sees does.

If I know my brother well, I think this little thing he has set up is to teach me a lesson. It seems really unwise that I would get involved with two guys just a few days after my breakup, but I do not know why I get this feeling.

It is the feeling that makes me feel my breakup is far away from me, it's almost seems like a year ago that I was in love with Aron, it almost seems like a year ago that I was doing everything I could to make him happy, but yet what had ended it.

I think having personally experienced of all my breakups, this is the one I recovered the most easily from, but yet I think this is the one that Scott makes me suffer the most for.

The people that have made me seem to forget all about Aron and focus on themselves, are both sitting down here, passing me awry glances, as this little lunch seems to be progressing without any sort of conversation going on between all of us.

I shoot Scott a dirty glare and he smiles and shrugs his shoulders, like he wasn't the one who told me to come here, so why should I be blaming him?.

I think I don't have any right to blame him actually, sure enough he wasn't the one who asked me to come here, and truly I had come here of my own will. I had come here out of my own decision, and yet the sight that i seem to be met with here makes me feel i had made the most worst decision ever.