Chapter 47

The way his eyes follow me as I walk away from him, makes me feel like I'm walking on hot coals. What have I just done?. I have just instigated a son to rebel against his father.

YI don't really think Clay still sees the man who gave birth to him as his father though. I just gave him the realisation of what he had already decided In his heart. That's it, I think at least that way I won't feel too guilty about whatever conflict I'd just stirred, but to use your own child in such a way, the thought of it simply sickened me, as I think to myself what exactly could be running through such a person's head.

Is it greed or just low down dirtiness that would make someone do something like that, to your own child no less and especially when you know you abandoned he and his mother to fend for themselves while you went off to play the whore. My mind involuntarily strays to what Clay's father might look like, If Clay had inherited even a touch of his father's looks then I can tell from a glance that his father would have been considered handsome at the very most.

His tale almost makes me think of I and Aron's relationship. He dumped me so he could have fun with some girl, and when I think I'm finding the strength to move on, he comes back with secret pleas to see me and puppy dog eyes that just make me see how clearly he's been fooling me now.

I pass by a multitude of faces in the halls and I can't seem to focus on any one of them as my heart Is still on Clay. I'm trying to figure out exactly the sort of person he really is. His looks tell me he's the sort or guy that would be able to get anyone he wants, but that studious air he has around him makes me feel like he's that sort of guy that would rather take his studies seriously than be off frolicking with the female population. The way he dresses tells nothing about him either, as he dresses up exactly how other kids his age dress up, though his clothing seem to have some extra appeal when matched with the handsome face and his physique.

Physique is the word I'll use as I can't afford to get myself too attached at the moment. The way dark hair seemed to gleam like it was glossy made me wonder if my hair had that texture to it. Hair that looks like it would be too perfect for you to ever find it messed up, but would make you want to reach out and mess it up yourself.

I can hear the excited whispering and giggling of some girls down the hall as the general unrest seemed to have spread everywhere at this point. I somehow wonder who, or what was causing this fever of excited giggling until I catch a sight if Eras. I gulp.