Forget Me Not

Realisation

Turning the tap off in the bathroom, I wiped my hands and face on the towel that was hung up on the wall and looked at myself in the mirror.

A purplish bruise was about to form on my left cheek right under my left eye. The orbital bone as the doctor said clearly took the blow of that punch. 

"At least tell me what happened to you, Evette?!" Sammy's exasperated cry broke my chain of thoughts.

"Nothing Sammy." I almost shouted out of irritation. My mind was still reeling with the fact, what had happened an hour ago, "I am fine. Don't worry." I mumbled again, but my mind told me the opposite.

"Of course I can see that — you have come back with a bruise on your face and mud on your clothes, you are fine."

I chuckled, and opened the door of the bathroom, "Well that's one way to put it."

"What happened, Eve, please tell me. Where were you and how did that" she pointed at my cheek "happen?"

"Thanks to Oliver." I shoved past her to my study table, where my assignment was put wide open.

"He hit you?" She mumbled, "I—I mean,"

"What are you saying, Sam! Of course not."

"Then pray tell what actually happened to your face!" 

The least we expect the more it happens. Apparently, we didn't expect Dave to be there standing in front of us. 

"Finally! So Oliver and Evette indeed are together." Dave clapped his hands dramatically, "So in louveee!" 

"And do you have any problem with that, Dave?" Oliver was as cool as ever though I fought the urge to tell him that we are not at all so, in louveee, I kept quiet. Me and mouth, well, we were never best friends. 

"So you are agreeing? Wow! Our little birdy has told the truth." He took a very calculated step towards us. Or at least it looked like one. 

In between Oliver whose arms were at his back removed his ring from his forefinger. 

"Exactly what you are planning to do, Oliver?!" I whispered. Of course, Oliver turned a deaf ear, to which I again whispered, "We can always run you know." 

Again no response.

"Evette..." Dave took a step forward, and Oliver repositioned himself between him and me, "what whispering sweet nothings?"

"Dave, come straight to the point." There was a threat in Oliver's voice, even Dave gulped down whatever he was going to say next but he managed to resurface soon.

"The point is, what if I go to the principal and complain against you two. I mean it's already half-past eight. Aren't you two supposed to be in your halls? Isn't this romantic escapade against 'the' law that everyone should be in their room before eight?" He tilted his head as if trying to intimidate us. But one thing he might have forgotten was talking to Oliver who gave a throaty laugh looking at him leaving me and Dave both surprised.

He has gone mad.

"Don't you think it's not the time to laugh? Do something. Or better yet, we should leave." I whispered again. 

Slowly...very slowly Oliver turned to face me and I took a step back involuntarily. If Dave was someone who creeped the hell out of me then this Oliver looked more like a devil out of my nightmare. 

He was fine just a minute ago. I opened my mouth but stopped midway as I saw his eyes narrowed infinitesimally making sure I would not say or do something stupid.