Chapter 184

I get up and grab my things. Scott had basically hauled back the rest of our bags from our little shopping spree home, and I know now that I feel horrible at this moment.

I feel horrible at allowing my brother, my brother who has probably gone through so much today, to carry our bags home while I took a detour and had myself some ice cream.

I went to the counter and placed an order for a huge bowl of ice cream, it would be nice for us to have a talk this night wouldn't it?, at least it would make me stop feeling guilty or feeling more guilty than I already feel at this point. I realise that Oakley is hot on my heels but Clay remains still sitting down there looking at me from the seat, like he expected an explanation of what was going on.

The look in his eyes tells me that he might already know though, only now do I realise that he had also been in the fashion house, he had also been in the fashion house when we had practically started shopping and he had probably seen a lot of things, enough things to make him come to a natural conclusion by himself.

"Can I follow you home today?" He asks and I realise that Clay is an actually really shy person. He is a really shy person, who is always afraid at voicing his thoughts out, even the simple question he ask seems to have some other hidden intention behind it.

I contemplate this line of action for a moment, if I took Clay back home with me, Scott will be angry at the fact that I was bringing yet another guy into our house while my aunt was away, but yet the look in his eyes tells me that he might not be going there because of me.

Plus I'm guessing that Scott doesn't have the strength to be angry right now, he might be in his room sulking, or reading, or doing something else to take his mind off what happened today. It would actually be nice to have some other company.

I realise that even as much as I want to talk to my brother, i do not know how to talk to him, maybe another guy can talk to him about this sort of issues.

"Sure why not?". Adrian looks like he's about to stand up but Oakley basically shoots him a shoe and a glare coupled with a "sit your ass down, you aren't following us anywhere".

I smile at the action, even if I can't stop her from throwing a shoe at him and ordering him around like a child, at least I've stopped her from bruising his face, at least i stopped her from giving him a punch that would later leave a mark no doubt.

I smile at action and I simply hook my arm around hers as we walk outside delightedly, a smile on her face.

 The look on Adrian's face is one of grief. Checkmate.