Scott's pov.

Isn't this a very weird answer, it is a very word answer for both of them to be giving me.

"Don't you have something else to do with your time?" I say looking at Arya and she shakes her head.

"No. I am currently waiting for someone. I'm waiting for someone important".

I quirk my eyebrows, i quirk my eyebrows at this because this is what she's been saying for the past fifteen minutes now, this is what she's been saying for the past fifteen minutes now.

She's waiting for someone important, she's waiting for someone important.

"Who exactly are we waiting for?" I say and she doesn't give me an answer.

She doesn't give me an answer, she simply keeps on smiling and I smile and even more devious smile at her.

If she's doing what I suspect she's doing, if she's doing what I suspect she is doing then she is in for a surprise.

She's in for a little surprise because she isn't the only one who sometimes acts on the random impulse to cause trouble.

She isn't the only one who sometimes acts on the random impulse to simply be naughty.

I also have Clay's phone number, i also have a lot of phone numbers with me, if she calls who i expect she will call, then she's also going to get a backlash of her own.

I smile as I look forward.

She's looking panicked, she's looking panicked and she looks towards her phone almost with an uncomfortable look and I keep on smiling.

I keep on smiling comfortably as I watch the movie.

She's talking to Eras right now, I can she's talking to Eras right now and they're talking about why he's going to leave, they're talking about why he wants to leave and he says something about his dad calling him back because of some urgent business.

At the mention of a dad, i feel my mood darken. I feel my mood darken because I also had a dad.

I also had a dad that didn't really spend time with me because for some odd reason I don't think he liked me.

Well, I can't say that.

Father loved me very much, he loved me very very much but still, you would know that he had a favourite, you would know that he had a favourite and you would know that his daughter was his favourite.

His daughter was his favourite and so he had literally zero to no time for his son.

Well he had all the time in the world for me but still did I take it?, I did not.

Our interests, he did not match my interests, he did not match mine and even if he tried to spend time me, when he really tried to spend time with me when I was practically the age of four, we had simply been drifting apart.

Sometimes you would see the both of us drifting apart, because he loved football and I loved building blocks.

He loved reading magazines about cars and I loved watching race car shows.

I did not like the things that he loved to a fault, I did not like it the same way Arya did and i realised it is why the both of them spent more time together.

I take in a deep sigh at this.