"Why are you so concerned?", I throw the question at him out of frustration
"Because I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you".
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In the midst of her meticulously controlled life and unwavering pursuit of Ivy League...
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"Oh is that Eric Ashford I am seeing?" Neil's voice booms through my room dripping with sarcasm the one for whom I am not ready at this moment, what happened between me and Carter wasn't something I would let slip easily, after all the things he has done to her, she still took his side.
I have put him on speaker so that I can tie the bandage around my hand. " you are saying as if we don't talk almost - every week" I yell so that he can hear me. I am trying here to tie the goddamn bandage with one hand while the other is injured and it's more difficult, even than a maths equation.
"Yeah yeah, the last time you called was on March, 27 at 1:00 pm Tuesday," he tells me the bandage drops from my hand.
"You have a good memory"
"No, I jot down everything in my journal when was the last time I talked to someone" he informs me
"Like Max" I shout before realizing it. Ripping the tape with my teeth, I stick it on the end of my bandage but it doesn't because of my spit.
Freaking hell
"Like Max, I miss him a lot," he says sincerely "even I do a lot, it's like I have lost my brother," I confess
Talking to Neil is like talking to Max, in no way anyone can ever replace his place but they both are the same. I am no longer close to anyone, our friendship was from heart to heart, we both use to have similar thoughts.
"I met a girl," I say breaking the ice while picking up the scissor. "Woah, goddamn interesting"
I cringe at his tone, he is still on his sarcasm mode while here, I am dying to throw everything out.
"You are talking as if it's the first time I met a girl. Unlike you, who is still waiting for someone to get wasted upon" I yell more loudly. My phone is placed on the bed while I am transferring from one place to another around my room.
