Chapter 183

"How do you feel after what you've done?". My voice comes out of my mouth unbidden and I wonder why I am the one to initiate the discussion.

Oakley looks delighted, she looks delighted and happy that I have been the one to take the first swipe. I have been the one to level my words against him first, so any other thing that happens is practically acceptable. Adrian looks downcast like he feels horrible but I'm guessing that even if he was feeling horrible, it should be because of the fact that Celaena has left him. I'm guessing it should be because of the fact that she has left him in a fit of anger and now he has come back to his senses, he has seen exactly what she was using him to achieve and he feel sorry for it. He feels sorry for making the rest of us feel like trash, for making one particular person feel like trash.

He can't even talk, he just looks at his fingers on the table with something of a hard look on his face. Even if Adrian is pretty grown up for his age, he still looks like a child sometimes. I realise that I make this observation much more clearer when he's sitting next to me. I had always observed it whenever I saw pictures of him on my Instagram feed, whenever he had taken a picture of him dissatisfied or unhappy.

I had always found it endearing that he looked like a child in those moments, but now that he's up close, now that I can see him clearly, he looks even more so. He looks like a child who just can't bear the fact that he would be losing something he so desperately wants, something he wants but he cannot have.

"I don't think you are in any position right now to ask me where he is, and even if Scott wanted to see you, I doubt I would let him. Where is Celaena by the way?".

I mentally kick myself at this, I do not want to make him feel even worse do I, but I'm guessing that is exactly what I'm doing. I'm guessing that is what I'm doing at this moment and I feel oddly delighted at the fact. He had made me feel much worse why should I not let him have a taste of his own medicine.

I realise that this awkward silence that we have lapsed into isn't for the best. I can't really keep my head straight with Clay looking at me, and with my teen pop idol my teen pop idol who I had practically been in love with even up to yesterday sitting across from me looking like a beat up bunny.

I simply couldn't handle it.

"How about we go home?" I asked Oakley. She looks at me wild eyed and panicked, like she is angry at me and at the fact that I will not even give her a chance to voice out her words and cut Adrian's wounds even deeper.

I silently appeal to her to please keep the hell shut, and she grudgingly agrees shooting an angry glare at Adrian.