Chapter 278

"It's an intelligent question to ask by all means, but still I don't you want you to feel we hate you. We don't really hate you, do we?".

I ask the other two people who are sitting near me, and Scott for some surprising reason, shakes his head in the negative.

"We do not' and Oakley simply smiles a complex smile at him.

"We don't, we are simply angry at the way you behaved the last time".

I say trying to sugar coat my words a little bit.

Scott nods his headatmy assertion.

"You behave like a jerk on my birthday, an especially despicable jerk".

Well it seems he is still sober enough to get those words out of his mouth and Adrian looks.... not too hurt by them really. I'm guessing that no matter what I say he won't really be as hurt as he would be at what Scott would say.

My brother for the most part of it doesn't even notice. He decently goes back to eating his bowl of ice cream which is almost finished at this point, and I groan in frustration.

"All in all, I can't even find a way to compose this, this conversation is weird on its own but yet I want you to know one thing. Scott is drunk at this point, can you get?" I ask him and he nods his head.

"I don't want you trailing after I'm like a stalker, please?" I say and he nods his head once more.

"I'll invite you sometime again, so don't fret over it. We don't hate you".

The whole conversation itself is just weird and awkward, and Oakley is practically laughing her heart out at the look that is on my face. I look so red and so flushed that I cannot even get words out of my mouth correctly.

I'm not really one that's been good with words but still a simple warning, I could not get it out.

For the most part of it Adrian simply accepts what I want to say with something of complicity. He bids us goodbye and he walks out the front door.

Oakley basically wears a dreamy look on her face as she watches him walk out, and she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

"Handsome isn't he?" she says and I nod my head dreamily.

"Gosh, he's dreamy too".

We sit down and we open the pack of pizza. I shove one or two occasionally near Scott, and he mumbles something like a thank you before scooping another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

"You'll get a running stomach if you keep on eating like that" I said to him and he shrugs his shoulders.

"Better to have a running stomach than a sorry heart" he says and I practically choke on my pizza at this point.

"If you keep on choking like this, do you really think you'll be able to live long enough?" Oakley asks and I shoot her a glare.

"What did you say just now?' I ask Scott and he scoops some ice cream once more.

"I said it's better to have a running stomach, than a sorry heart".