Caught In Your Chaos ✓

Chapter Thirty-Four

Basically, by the time Friday came, I was fully convinced that I might need a shrink. I was going insane with conflicting emotions. On Monday, I was sure that going out with Jake was probably the worst thing. Tuesday, I was anxious to know why exactly did he want me to go with him. Also, the occasional encounter of imagining myself with him had put my writing on hold.

On Wednesday, I toughened myself not to fall for his charms. However, intriguing the stories portray them, bad boys were never a good omen. Reading them was fun. Even writing them was exhilarating but having one in real life. Nah! Too much drama. I liked things simple.

Thursday was so packed up with assignments to give attention to the tattooed guy who, by the way, had found his permanent seat beside me. I was seriously creeped out by his constant staring. As much as I tried shaking off the feeling, his intense gaze never failed to make me uncomfortable or even hot to some extent.

So, while heading towards Mathematics, I made my mind not to indulge in any more thinking. If I wanted a working brain and didn't want to go psychotic, I had to keep a few people at bay. Anticipation was still lurking in the deepest darkest corners of my mind, but I put them to the minimum. The coffee I grabbed on the way- suddenly tasted bitter. I scrunched up my nose at the taste and threw it on the trash can. Maybe my mood turned bitter too. Thank god! it was the last lecture of the day. Not that I was waiting for what was about to come after the class. It was how we usually feel after a long week of cliff-breaking academics.

"Hey, Amy!" Elijah beamed as he joined me in the corridor. Although the bright smile on Elijah's face would have warmed my heart any other day, that wasn't one of them. Was I nervous or excited? Even I wasn't sure of the answer.

"Hey," I replied in a small voice.

"What happened? You sound stressed." Elijah nudged me a little. I looked at his face a little dazedly. The way he adjusted his glasses, looking around as if to look out for someone before speaking in a whisper, "Is it about Jake? Is he giving you any trouble?"

I could sense the concern in his voice, but I couldn't tell him about my problems with Jake.

"No, why do you think I have anything to do with the jerk. I'm stressed about Calculus," I gave Elijah a convincing lie, getting inside the classroom. The room was still filling up, and we were among the first few students. I decided to take the front row, knowing that Jake usually sits somewhere in the middle or back.

"Oh, I can help you with that. Meet me at the library after class," Elijah said with his toothy smile, although that smile disappeared the moment someone else took his seat. He was to sit beside me, but before he could set his butt, Jake decided to put his. What a jerk!

"If you want to learn numbers, you should learn from the best, not some wannabe geek." Jake's crude reply almost had me clenching my fists. He gave me a mocking smile and got a forced one in return.

"I will meet you in the library," I gave Elijah an apologetic look as he took the seat behind me. He was visibly fuming by the way he glared at Jake, who scoffed at him.

"Your friend is cute," Jake said in a mocking tone as I shifted my attention to Professor John.

"And you are a jerk," I said in a whisper, gritting my teeth, keeping my attention to the front.

"And you are a Liar, Amy. Because you very well know, you ain't meeting him in the library." I could feel his breath as he whispered near my ear. I turned back to find his face near mine. We were on the first row, for god's sake. I quickly shifted my flustered face to the front. My heartbeats betrayed me once again as they made me take ragged breaths. Why he had that impact on me? I hated that feeling so much.