Yellow Skittle Sociopaths | Book 1

7: A High-Functioning Sociopath and His British Companion to Go...

I could hardly pay close attention to anything as we walked side by side—in sync, I might add—down the dark, soaking wet, concrete sidewalk. The rain let up a little bit, more of a drizzle than a down pour, but that didn't change the fact that I was a complete mess. The fact that I didn't wear make up—a quality I had attained purely out of the natural laziness I already possessed—seemed to be the upside to this whole rain scheme. No make up, no run: simple as that.

You're doing it again...I thought irritably to myself as I tapped my shivering fingers against my soaked jeans. I tap when I get annoyed or stressed...unless a knife is present...

Glancing over at Savanna, I noticed a spot of dry blood on the back of her hand...

Probably nothing. Something boring. Forgetting about it.

Home. TV. Food.

I hadn't realized that my eyes had drifted to the ground as I continued silently down the stretch of cemented path with a person I did not find extraordinarily entertaining at the moment. She was being boring and awfully dull in this instance, seeing as she hadn't said a word to me since we started home. Honestly, we weren't that far from my flat—apartment...

So why was this walk so excruciatingly painful and agonizingly long?

I glanced Savanna over one last time, and decided that walking home alone would be preferable at this point, so taking the nearest alleyway—whilst making sure Savanna wasn't watching or aware of my scheme to ditch her—I snuck out from under Savanna's nose and crept down the dark alley. I knew the way home from here, so my little disappearing act wasn't too much of hassle to deal with.

Away from the drag and dull knife in my fun that was Savanna Jackson, I skipped along in the now freezing drizzle of night with only street lamps to light my way home.

As I slowed my pace, I could hear Savanna chuckling lightly and sighing to herself. "Probably trying to avoid awkward silence she couldn't fill..." another sentence came afterwards but it was too quiet for my ears:

"You never were really good with handling awkward situations..."

Surprisingly, Savanna and I managed to stay in sync as I passed another alley way down which I could see her nearly silhouetted figure striding across the clearing. I chose this as an opportune moment to respond...although, I do believe that is what regular human being like to call a 'rhetorical statement'.

"Oh, see, would you like me to fill it? Gee...fill it with what though...see, I actually thought I was doing you a favor...hmm...guess not..."

She chuckled again and shook her head. "No, no," she called before I disappeared behind another building. "You are, indeed, doing me a great favor."

It was a minute or two before we saw each other once more. "Oh, really? I didn't really think this through very well, did I?"

"Ever charming, as usual..." Savanna muttered with a small smirk. Her next sentence was directed to me. "Think it through? It isn't that difficult to decipher..." She continued. "You mumble a snide comment and I come back with a better one. Simple as that."

I couldn't possible reply. And let her have her fun? Absurd! I would never. Replying is just as bad as defeat, and I'll take a silent one thank you...

I'm sure Savanna wasn't actually expecting a response from me after that. She knows the way I work too well for me to admit aloud, and sometimes, she scares me...just a little, though.

I won't go admitting something like that anytime soon, either...

As I came up to the next clearing I paused: was it just me or—