Chapter 240

"Is it something you can tell me then?" I ask him and he shakes his head a few minutes before he makes that goofy grin on his face.

"Well it's not like I can't really tell you, but I think you will be displeased by it" he says, and I realise that maybe just maybe, this isn't actually about me.

He looks so cowed that he cannot look me in the eyes when I talk, or when he's talking to me, and a little bit of my hard earned confidence comes back. It will just so happen that this guy does not know the sort of effect he has on me, and so this random change of attitude, this random range of character that he always manages to pull off so efficiently in front of me, it isn't doing anything to help my palpitating heart.

"Is there really any problem that can't be solved?" I ask him, trying to sound cool, and he shakes his head. He shakes it with such certainty that I feel that I am digging a pit for myself to fall into. I haven't really consider the fact of exactly what he wants to tell me.

I haven't considered the possibility that what he wants to tell me or whatever this problem might be, could be a little bit displeasing. I haven't also considered the fact that I might not want to hear what this problem is because I I'm also in a tight place here, but Clay simply looks at me expectantly.

He looks at me so expectantly that I feel it would be wrong of me not to hear him out.

"A problem shared is half solved" I say, and he smiles at me so damn cutely, nodding his head like I had just spoken words that brought so much value to him. He you looked towards me like I was the sun, and more and everything he could have ever wished for, and so that stupid blush find its way up my skin again.

"Erin, have you ever discovered an emotion that you cannot place?" he asks me.

I think about the fullness of his words. Knowing what I had earlier anticipated, and not doubting the fact that whatever Clay wanted to tell me was about me, i don't think of him as someone who bares out his emotions really. I'm guessing that as someone who clearly doesn't show his emotions even the smallest bit obviously, and as much the fact that I'm acting so jumpy and so happy this morning even after I was just "molested" as everyone was calling it, it made me suspect something was off.

"Is this problem by any chance having anything to do with me?" I ask him and that glint of amusement in his eyes makes me suspect a million things at once. At first it made me suspect that i was thinking too highly of myself, it made me suspect that I was being silly about this whole thing. You would think that I would be trying to dispel such thoughts at this point, what sucks though is that I'm not. The insecurity that I am feeling that dosen't encourage much either, it makes me feel really insecure, like I am not going to get what I was expecting.