Chapter 185

For the most part of it though I would have expected him to do something stupid, something stupid like still trying to follow us with the sort of deadly glare Oakley is giving him.

He doesn't, he simply tells his bodyguards or rather he motions to them to clear out the restaurant, as he will spend the rest of his day sulking. That's really nice, it's nice to know that he also feels as horrible as he has made Scott feel today.

The walk home is quite pleasant, its pleasant in the sense that I do not feel awkward. I actually cope very nicely knowing that intense look that Clay seems to have mastered so well is directed at me.

I noticed that everyone is in a particularly happy mood, and even with the drama that happened today I find myself going back home a little bit contented, at least I'm thinking that part is because of the ice cream, but yet a good feeling comes upon me, you know the sort of feeling that comes up on you when you have experienced so much emotion today, emotions which you would have never wanted to experience before, but yet you come out of it just fine, a bowl of ice cream in your hand and a smile on your face.

It's either the ice cream or the fact that Clay's with me that is making me this jovial. I highly suspect it is the former. Oakley is still looking pissed off, like she didn't exact her revenge on Adrian but my hand linked in hers has seemed to aggravate some of that tension, even the simple action of us linking hands together still get us stares whenever we pass anyone on the road.

It still gets us curious cases from some dumb-ass boys whom I do not know when they moved into this neighborhood, Clay simply follows behind us like a guardian angel chasing away anyone who looks at us too long, or who looks at me in particular too long.

I almost laughed at this action, he's so cute and so protective that it seems he would likely chase away anyone who simply stares at me. I had wished he had come a few years earlier, when I was still hitting that stage where everything seemed to become fuller.

I would have loved it if he was with me at that time when I would be getting stares everywhere I went because they couldn't imagine how a girl my age could look the way I looked.

Enough dwelling on the past, I can already see the house in the distance and my heart sort of leaps and falls at the same time. I wonder exactly what sort of mood my brother will be in, especially now that I am bringing Clay home with me.

There is every possibility that he would not care, he might not even be anywhere around us this evening, he might simply decide to lock himself in his room and sleep till morning, but yet there's a nagging feeling at the back of my mind, the nagging feeling that makes me suspect he will be most angry at me bringing a friend home. Weird right?.