Sure enough when I glance around the same set of body guards, if anything they might have even increased in number, his bodyguards are gently creating a circle around us, some sort of protective circle that allows him to have whatever discussion he wants to have with us undisturbed.
He looks to Clay wearing a pissed off expression like Clay should get the hell out of here, but yet I feel my hand simply waving in front of Clay's face and telling him to sit down. He can't expect that after the sort of stupidity he has displayed he would come here and bully one of my friends into leaving.
I don't know why I am feeling so angry right now, I don't know why I'm feeling so hurt, like I was the one who was practically disgraced and looked at like they elicited disgust from someone they held feelings they didn't understand for, but yet I think it is my brother's pain that is leaking into me.
For once I feel involved in his life, for once I feel like I know what is going on in it, but that same once had made me see him almost in tears.
Adrian wasn't going to simply bully anybody else today, even though I don't think what you did was particularly bullying. Oakley's ready to bully though, she smiles at my action and the scowl that I am wearing on my face.
Adrian looks at her with something of help in his eyes, I think he's mistaking the anger that is hidden behind all that kindness, he's mistaken that smile on her face as something of a good-natured gesture towards him. I only pity him for the real outcome, he's actually dumb enough to sit near her like he feels safer when he's close to her, and the devilish glint in her eyes tells me that that is what she's expecting.
This is what she has been planning all along, to lure him in and then at the last moment break him like some fragile egg.
The conflict on Adrian's face is palpable and for a moment I actually feel sorry for him. I feel sorry that he cannot have the freedom to do what he wants without thinking about the public opinion, I feel sorry for the fact that he's stuck with such a miserable and horrible person like Celaena and at the sort of control she has over him.
I can't even begin to think about how he's feeling.
"Where is he?" Adrian says, like he can't even dare to mention my brother's name. I simply giving him a complex and smile and I go back to eating the bowl of ice cream that I had snatched from Oakley.
In her vengeful state it would appear that she had totally forgotten about the bowl of ice cream that was in front of her, a big bowl of ice cream that was steadily melting and so I decided to do her a favour. I took it off her hands and I ate it delighted, and with how she's still giving that pleasant and enduring smile on her face, things are about to get ugly real quick.