Chapter 96

"What is this supposed to mean?" he asked Oliver calmly pointing to the sprawled out form of the guy beside him. I almost feel like I should walk over there and give Scott a slap, but yet I resist the urge to do so. I do not know the entire story yet, but if my brother is anything like he is probably supposed to be, he would probably be angry at her Oliver helping him just now.

He would be angry that Oliver had offered his help without being asked for it, and true enough I'm sure that's exactly what it is.

Oliver looks surprised, and I think he wants to say something, but he stutters on the words, and I find the action seems so husky and yet endearingly cute.

I don't know why I seem to find the actions of almost each and every person around me cute, and that bothers me. It bothers me that my heart is straying so freely, even after I had decided to probably locked it up and decided to never let it see the light of day again.

"I was trying to help out" Oliver says, and Scott puts his head in his palm. I think he's muttering something to himself and that seems strange.

It is rare for my brother not to say exactly what he probably feels out loud, and there's maybe the faint possibility that he's finally becoming human, and considering the feeling of those around him.

Oliver probably just helped him out of a tight spot now, and I think it will be ungrateful for arse hole Scott's complaints to any go further than they have already gone.

I see a surprisingly satisfied smile on Oliver's face as he gazes at my brother, and my heart practically jumps into my mouth. The guy on the floor is watching all four of us like we were some sort of abnormality in this world, and his mouth went into a tight smirk.

I can see that stupid self confidence in his eyes that tells us he will also try to pick a fight with Oliver, but I can already see Scott and clay standing up.

I don't know what sort of silent messages go on between all of them, but yet I think I can manage to grab onto some tiny pieces here and there. They are obviously telling him that his little escapade has come to an end, and if he doesn't want to be leaving here with a bloody nose and split lip, he better just leave.

The guy stands up and regards all of us with deadly malicious intent in his eyes. I doubt this will be the last that we'll hear of him, and the grunt he gives makes me know that my assumption is correct.

We have just earned themselves another enemy, and my heart sings with the realisation, like school wasn't stressful enough before, now I'll probably have to keep my eyes behind my back whenever I go walking out alone. 

Nice going Scott.