Chapter 267

"Can we not do this now?" Scott asks me, and for some reason I'm not tired. As much as I want this confrontation to happen, I figure that it is not really in my place to give it.

But still, Adrian is acting like a damn puppy all the time whenever he's around my brother, something like a puppy that I cannot trust anymore at this point because he had practically reduced Scott to this state.

"Was it because of him that you drank?" I say, asking nonchalantly and asking my brother a very important question. For some weird reason he actually shakes his head.

"Then why did you drink?" I ask him once more and he gives me this little mysterious smile. It doesn't give me any answer though and I wonder exactly how alchol works in this guy's body.

For a moment I wish I would also be as good as this, as free-spirited as this and the question pops into my mind. Why not?.

Why can't I drink myself to a stupor this night, fly into my bed and then wake up the next morning with a huge headache.

"You're going to get an headache you know" I say to him, and he nods his head. Typical Scott, always having anticipated everything.

"I'm sorry to ask, but what exactly what am I going to your house to do?" Adrian says.

I shove him a very awkward look. 

"How did you even know our house address in the first place?" I ask back. No matter how much Scott is infatuated with someone, or how much he likes someone, he rarely gives a house address. He rarely even brings his friends home, he rarely brings anyone home to be precise, and so I wonder exactly how Adrian had found out our address.

There is one possibility that I am considering, one possibility that would make me shoot Oakley a very very dirty glare, but yet I don't think that is it. She would not really work that sort of the betrayal in this situation would she. She wouldn't.

I know her too well to suspect her in that way, and so I am eagerly looking to Adrian, and awaiting an answer.

"You wouldn't be too pleased if I told you how" he says, and instead of me to feel like static, instead of me to feel at least a little bit horrified at whatever tricky means he had used to get our address, I feel like ecstatic instead.

"I called a friend of mine" he says.

My head practically goes blank at this.

"You called a friend?" I say. I'm not the convinced. 

"Exactly how does that relate to what we are talking about?".

He simply shrugs and leaves it for me to figure out, and I line up the faces of everyone around me, making a list, a mental compliation up in my head. Exactly who would have been the one to rat out our address.

The only two other guys would or wouldn't be able to do it. Two other guys who have been to our house, but yet even as I consider that possibility, I realise that it is simply impossible.

The only two other guys I know, won't be able to do it. Then maybe he had someone stalk us, yet even as I consider that possibility, I realise that it is somehow impossible also.