Little Infinity • Hatfilms Book 2 ✔️

Chapter 9: Talking

Chapter 9: Talking

Sitting up, pain rushing down my spine – I heard someone head closer to me. I opened my eyes to see Christelle carrying a tray of mugs and a tea pot. She was wearing pyjamas and rather weirdly: fox face slippers. Looking around my surroundings, there was a small coffee table and an armchair on the other side of the room. Shelves of DVDs, books and other figurines were placed on a long, tall shelf on one side of the walls. It was rather cosy and the style was very sleek in my opinion. I wondered where they got the money to afford a very modern accommodation.

“You’re awake!”Christelle smiled as she placed the tray down and began pouring tea into the two mugs she gotten out. She looked quite awake, so I swear it was around 8 or so now.

I replied with a reassuring smile and gladly took the odd blanket off my body. The cold swept me away from my feet as I touched to cold carpet. It was chilly – no wonder why Christelle had fox slippers on.

“I got some date tea,” She passed me a mug of the mysterious beverage and look at it from the mug. It was steaming right under my chin as I sniffed the scent of it.

“It smells really exotic and freshly made,” I answered back as she poured some for herself and sat down on the armchair.

“You’ve been out for a day now,” I choke on my tea as she said, making Christelle laugh. “We were about to take you to the hospital from the blow.”

“What happened after the fight, if I can ask that?” I asked her – taking another sip. It had such a sweet taste, not really my type of beverage, yet I still drank it to be nice.

Christelle’s face fell slightly and she placed her mug back onto the tray. “I wasn’t there, but Ross said Sam took you out with a beer glass.”

I burst out laughing, shocked yet angry. “That sick b*tch! I was about to punch her.

She let out a small giggle and replied, “Maybe you two had gone too far: you were about to rip each other’s head off.” I flash back on what had happened last night: to realised that I had no glasses on. Quickly, I feel my eyes with my index finger, feeling some sort of material: contact lenses. Ross must’ve put them on while I was out – I had spare ones in my bag.

Christelle had then got up and had gone to grab something in the hallway. A minute or so, she returned with a pair of glasses: my broken glasses. Biting my lip, I reached out to handle the broken lenses and a feel a sad part in my mind. These were the ones my parents got, and the one’s Sam took from Christmas.

“They got a bit smashed when Sam hit you with... you know,” I sighed afterwards but still thanked her for showing the damage. Sam had gotten too far to anger me, and it wasn’t because of my affection to Smith – she generally wants be liberated for good. The worries had flew back after the fight and ‘m worried how to face work or going to my therapist. I have to somehow, or maybe do what I had been planning for the past weeks.

“Did you get Pippa’s reply?” I asked Christelle, following her into the small kitchen. She had been placing the dishes into the sink as I did so.

She turned around and said, “Oh yes, she says anytime because she’s free.”

“That lucky girl is engaged,” I stated and a shook my smile away.

After putting clean dished away, Christelle looked up at me and answered, “Maybe one day, you’ll be able to find that special one.” She smiled back at me and I blankly look back.

“Well... my special one is in a trance with the evil ugly witch,” Christelle laughed at my remark and we both start laughing. Sometimes, everyone needs to laugh every so often in life.

“You just need to talk to Smiffy,” She suggested. “Tell him if he’s alright and say sorry about what happened. But: tell the truth – it was Sam that triggered you.”

I eventually asked where the bathroom was to freshen up, so I did so and prepared to go to Yogtowers – and to talk with Smith for once.

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It was a pain in the bum to venture back to the office and do some work – especially if it was a Monday. Any normal baby can sleep all day. However, adults would usually have to get in the car, forget about breakfast and have a whole 9 hour shift in a computer. Being the editor was natural, but boring since all I have to do is to edit the same series of Hatfilms videos. I would laugh in my head at their dirty jokes, yet it was still normal.

I arrived with Christelle and George by driving, thanking them by the transport. We took the elevator – because of our laziness and went into our separate ways to do work. However, before I entered the Hat boys’ office, I headed upstairs to assist Minty with the coffee. We had a shallow conversation on what Marcus did for their Valentine’s Day night out. All I quote is ‘they had a great time’.

Sadly, Marcus had decided to leave the country for another month to Ireland. For once, he actually had a decent job where he had high salaries. There was no asking me for a favour thankfully.

Anyways, Minty had been busy, so she had asked me to head to the kitchenette and make the tea and coffee for the others. I happily obliged and hopped downstairs to the kitchenette. What was more surprising is that someone was in there; someone I needed to talk to.

I walked in – face down and had hesitance to grab a tray and six mugs from the cupboard. I tried to ignore his face, yet I kept looking at him every so often. Putting tea bags into some of them, I turned the kettle on: which stopped the silence.

However, nothing really made it so awkward between us. The kettle stopped boiling and I poured and equal amount of water on each of the ones I did. I saw that he had been making more mugs of coffee and tea for the other workers, but I flipped away and focused on my work.

“Why are you trying to ignore me?”He finally asked and bear not to respond quickly.

“I’m not...”I mumbled. “I should be the one asking you why you’re ignoring me.”Facing him, I saw the beautiful face I wanted to stare at forever. There was one obstacle that was between us though: Sam.

“I’m not ignoring you Stephanie,” Smith turned around and carried on. “You’ve just been so distant to all of us; even if you hang out with Ross.”

“Well, look at you,” I pointed at him. “You’re so busy with your girlfriend that you have no time with your friends. It’s as if we’re invisible to you now.”

“It’s not like that,” He sighed as I saw him put the freshly brewed mugs onto a tray. “Sam’s been a bit...”

“Harsh,” I muttered – quite regretting on how I put it.

Smith placed that last mug on the tray and finished, “Pushy.” Inside my head, I mentally roll my eyes and feel rather annoyed at his fake truth. It was as if he told the truth, Sam was going to make his life hell. Sorry was the only thing I wanted to say afterward.

“I’m sorry for what I did that night,” I apologised. “She said something that made me angry and it was the alcohol.” Half of what I said was the truth and the other was a lie. It was pretty much a win win.

He showed thanks with a smile and said, “Don’t worry, she felt really bad at what she did to your glasses.”

I laughed slightly and said, “It’s a bit cracked but at least it isn’t in the bottom of a river.” (A/N: Comment down what reference is came from)

“Poor Lewis’ glasses,” Smiffy laughed and feel myself go crimson. His laugh was so memorable to me. I took the tray and walked out with Smith in front of me. Before we departed to hand out the mugs, I asked him one more question.

“Are you happy being with Sam?” I asked, afraid at his answers.

He took a moment – staring back at me straight in the eye - before stating, “I’m not sure anymore.”