Patience

42. Friends

June

"You really don't wanna attend your grad ceremony ?" I ask a very serious Hardin, presently sitting on the couch of the living space of my apartment, looking absolutely gorgeous in his black sweat pants and a simple white t-shirt. Which is my apartment for one more day if I may add.
He shakes his ahead slightly unbothered of my question. Never really letting go of his gaze which is fixed on his Laptop screen . He is seriously busy on something if he is on his laptop instead of this iPad . I tried peeking once. And all I saw was numbers. Too many numbers. So I gave up.

Taking this as my petulant cue to nag him a little more, I continue,
"I mean really. You have grades of a genius and you don't want to walk the ceremony boasting?" I ask puffing my chest a little on his behalf. I cannot help the pride lacing my voice.

I will keep poking him. May be he will agree. I just don't want him to miss on something so importance, just because he isn't interested. He is normally closed off and rude at Uni. Well obviously except me. Ok to me also, sometime. But I love him even then. But he can atleast smile a little and walk through the occasion . And get some good pictures. Which he can frame up for the penthouse.

He spares me a humour less chuckle.
"To whom love?" He asks, not bothering to glance at me as he starts typing furiously on his device.

"Me, Kim, Christian? You can invite them " I ask excitedly while I crash land to flush him jumping like a kid, I settling beside him lifting my legs off the floor.

"You know I cannot do that!! " He mumbles. While furrowing his brow. Then scratches his chin a little and starts back typing.

"Why? They would be so happy. It's such a milestone. Why not make it special. " I whine flushing myself more to his side frame.

He clicks his tongue slightly, "Theresa. I will explain later."

Dismissive, that tone I know, dismissive.

But I flush more, almost straddling him. I lean near his ears ,
"No just tell me. Why do you wanna miss something so very important? " I ask in a high pitched voice, while I grab his arms and shake him to earn some much needed attention.

Dear God what a wrong move it was!!

The Laptop almost slips off his lap. But thankful to Hardin's quick reflexes, he grab the device before it crashes.

He snap at me before I even have the time to apologize. The angry emeralds glaring at me , "Theresa enough. I said No. And That means No. So instead of bickering, Pack up all the shit you need before they arrive. " He almost screams,almost.

I flinch back blinking, holding or clutching my camisole at the chest, my heart beating like freaking generator at his angry form.

He doesn't even bother after that. He returns to work.

It always happens. I feel my quivering lips. But I quickly slip off the couch and run to shower. I can pack later. Right now a shower seems better to calm myself from just being reprimanded by Hardin and tearing up like a toddler.

Happens most of the time.

I cannot blame him. I know he engrosses himself too much while he is working. He doesn't like being disturbed except emergencies. But I just could not help but poke him and disturb him. I understand that I almost damaged his Laptop midwork . So I deserved it, I know.

I strip off and hop in the shower. I take time scrubbing and rinsing, as I silently weep.
I know I am being too childish. But it still hurts when he screams. I don't like the anger radiating off him when he does this. It's my least favourite version of him.