Chapter 324

To be sincere i had actually been expecting something else. I'm sure that I am had been expecting something absurd, like it would depend on my grades, or how well I performed in school this year, or something else like him keeping himself out of trouble or being on his best behaviour, but yet what happened next made me feel butterflies run through my stomach.

"It will depend on if I have a reason to stay here".

Eras is looking at me now. He is looking at me dead on and I cannot tell you the way my stomach simply jumps into my throat.

It is almost like I cannot talk anymore, it is almost like I cannot speak or even have the barest minimum thought because right in that moment, right in that moment, I froze.

"What is this reason you are waiting for?" I say, my voice barely coming out a whisper and he shrugs again.

"That depends".

okay I hate this word. I officially hate the world "depends". Help me file it down, sorry help me note it down that I hate the word depends. It sounds like an especially cruel word to me, a word which is only use when you want to torture a poor girl who is anxious over you leaving this little community that we are in.

"Are you seriously going to go?" I ask him and he just gives me the good-natured smile again.

"How about we go to the cinema today and forget all about this for today?"

We are all still talking but yet Scott has gone quiet, he has gone oddly quiet and for a moment I think he's almost asleep.

I walk up to his bed and I see that he's already dozing off to sleep again. I thump him on the forehead and angry eyes, angry blue watery eyes look back at me.

"Do you have a death wish?" he aska and I give him my most cheeky smile.

"Why are you falling asleep again?" I say and he almost kills me with his look.

"Isn't it allowed for me to fall asleep in my own room?"

"We are practically discussing matters of importance and you're falling asleep?" Oakley says standing up with a decidedly evil smile on her face.

It seems she's also bent on torturing Scott this morning, and I'm guessing it is because of me, or is it because of Eras.

Whatever Scott has prepared for him wafts into my nose and I have to resist the urge to walk over to him, and shamelessly share it with him because we had practically eaten everything that he made, but yet the aroma of what Scott prepared is wafts over.

"What was that you made?" I say pointing to the bowl of food.

It is almost something like a broth on one side but yet there is a another part of it i can't recognise.

"Holler when you see it?" Scott says and Oakley basically chuckles.

"How should she recognise it, she cannot cook a thing".

Okay, I am red at this point. I am red and so I simply scoff and walk out of his room. "Get ready".