Chapter 81

It seems to me he is belittling the beauty and wonder that is this car, though I couldn't say for sure I knew they model of this particular mobile, but I sure do know the brand.

The car brand that seem to make cars which are always crazy expensive, and yet people always seemed on the rush to buy.

I wonder how Clay can afford such a car and seeing the modest look he's trying so greatly to hide, it makes me know that he's conscious of the sort of affluence this car seems to make me see in him.

It doesn't make me see the guy who always dresses normally, as almost all the other kids with Rich parents seem to dress outrageously. Even I dressed outrageously once in a while just to fit in when I was with Aron.

But now I don't think I have the penchant for such anymore. It doesn't make me, feel like me, to dress so much in designer clothes and expensive shoes and all that other stuff. It makes me feel like I'm changing myself just to suit the whims and fancies of someone else, and to show off to those who are less privileged.

Clay seems to finally get his composure back as he rattles his bunch of keys in front of me, and the action makes me jump. He chuckles and that pleasant sound seems to make a shiver drag itself across my back.

I don't know what sort of charm this boy possesses to make me feel so disarmed and unguarded. He makes me feel, like there are a thousand ways in this world he could make me see that the stupid resolve I had come to just last night, could always have the possibility of crashing down right on my head.

I can't seem to say I appreciate the realisation, as I school my face into neutrality and try so hard to not show the excitement I feel at the sight of his car. I don't know what it is with cars and people who love cars.

As I stand in front of him now trying my best to ignore the unsure gaze that he gives me, I seem to want to run my hands all over the sleek and beautiful designs of his car.

I think I'm one of those people who would feel like they were given a million bucks each time they bought a new car with their money. I had seen the same elation in Father, even if the cars he bought didn't seem to be the ones of his choice, they were nice enough.

But I can't seem to say that I will be making the same decision, I'll buy just what I want. I almost going into this car, when I remember that it's only going to be the both of us taking a relatively long drive along the road. It's going to be therefore, that the experience would be so awkward, and nerve wracking, that I don't think it would end well.

"Ready to go in?" he asks, and the warmth in his eyes makes me nod unconsciously. What am I doing?.