Married At Nineteen

Chapter Forty-six

Eddy's POV

A few weeks passed since we got back from holiday, an unsettling feeling in my stomach as I thought about Blake.

He had been through a lot than he showed forth in appearance and behavior. Never had it crossed my mind that he was that drained from the inside.

Though I had an inkling that he had a messed up friendship but surely not with Chris. Not him.

It was no wonder they loathed each other. On one hand, Chris hated a sight of him and there I was thinking he was just being jealous. And on the other, Blake would spit out despicable things about him.

But somehow, something must still be left. The once burning love couldn't grow so cold. It just couldn't. We're humans after all.

And oh, my birthday had passed. Don't have to bore one with details. It was beautiful though. It was the first time I had really appreciated my birthday.

My friends took me out including Blake. I had no idea how he knew but then I remembered he had Jacklyn's number. More friends, more life.

Tina was squealing over Skype, wishing she could be with me at the moment but it was sure impossible. She had gifted me anyway. I really appreciated it.

And there was Chris. Although he couldn't wish me first at midnight because one of my friends already stepped way earlier into the line. He made sure I had the best birthday that evening.

We spent it together and it was all I wished for. I was already tired of going out to begin with.

His would be two months away. It sounded exciting but I was still nervous about it. What would I get him?

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School alone was stressful enough. Having to cope with projects, harsh supervisors and work was like a heavy weighed individual on a donkey.

But I managed and so did Blake. Yes he tries. These past few days I've drawn him this close and I notice he doesn't object to my being free with him. Which makes me happy and comfortable enough.

During exam periods we spent nights reading. I had noted he wasn't an afternoon reader so I suggested we had our night classes at my house. I was more than grateful he wasn't a vulgar pervert.

Tonight was no different but then I asked him why he liked his course of study, he bluntly told me there was no reason.

"No reason." He blatantly replied, his eyes glued to his work sheet.

I watched as he doodled on it, not much I could pick from his pencil markings.

"That's a lie you know. How would you read night after night so immensely for a course you don't like? And at this level, many people would have given up." I continued, twirling my pencil in my fingers.

He just shrugged, not responding to me. I kept mute, watching as his lips twitched slightly as he concentrated or perhaps pretended to be.

His eyelashes provided an amazing shade over his eyes and from how he seated, it looked so much like the shade outside of a cafe.

"It would do you some good to stop ogling." He accompanied his words with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, obviously tired of his ego. It's way larger than the sun.

"And it would do us both a lot of good to shed some of your ego."

He cackled, raising his head towards me. "So you do admit to ogling me. That's-"

"I asked a question before. Hope you don't mind?" I interrupted him. His smile slowly retracted, his eyes piercing mine.

"I do mind."