Chapter 238

I can only imagine how I sound right now, telling the huge guy sitting in front of me not to be afraid. I'm the one who's supposed to be afraid, I practically look like an ant when I'm near him. Okay, I don't look like an ant but then you can get the comparison though. He is taller than me, he is broader than me, his arms look like they could lift me up like I was paperweight, wait, where is this stuff coming from.

I shake my head distractedly trying to clear such thoughts from my head and he looks amused with that smile on his face.

"To be sincere I really thought you would be in something of a freaked out mood" he says and I am actually surprised at this. Normally Clay isn't the chatty type. He isn't really one to talk with so many words as he did just now, but this relaxed look on his face surprises me. What he asks me is absurd and I shake my head.

"Nothing's wrong, why would you be assuming I would be freaking out?" I ask and he throws me this knowing glance, like I already know the reason for that.

I'm guessing that it would be better if drew his attention to the fact that "I am not the only one in this school who has also gone through such a thing, countless others have gone through it before me and so it shouldn't really make that much of a difference now should it?".

His eyes suddenly turn dark at this, like he doesn't understand what I'm saying.

"It shouldn't make much of a difference that you are being molested because others have also gone through it?" he asks me, and it seems it is only now when he repeats these words that I finally hear the sense behind them.

The sense that Scott and countless others have been trying to tell me since this morning. 

"I'm guessing that I'm wrong with that assumption aren't I?" I ask him and he nods his head, a delighted grin plastered onto his face one.

"You are very inquisitive when you try to be, but yet sometimes you can be a blockhead if you also choose it".

I am utterly surprised and dumbfounded at this. I'm guessing that should be offended but I'm not. I find that I'm not, I'm actually sort of happy.

Clay isn't this person, he's not at all this sort of person who would ever open up to me enough that we would be able to have real-time conversations in which I would not be the one who was saying everything, but this delighted smile on his face today, this is easy air that he's wearing about him, it makes me feel a little bit happier.

It makes me feel like he's opening to me a little bit more than I had expected him to, and I find it oddly appealing to my senses. Well this loud mouthed, well I wouldn't call him loud now, then okay, this more open Clay is saying things that on a normal day would have gotten me angry, but then today, it simply seems right.