Forget Me Not

More Confessions

“Separate these egg whites and the yolks.” Sammy ordered me.

Okay and what and why?!

She snapped her head at me, “Don't tell me Evette, you don't know what egg whites and yolks are!” 

Then only I realised, I said out loud, “No, I mean, I know what they are but how to separate? I mean you know how much I love eggs,” she arched her eyebrow, and amusement crossed her face.

“Oh I didn't know, you like eggs. Aah, at least you are normal.” She laughed.

“Of course I like eggs...And what are you trying to say! Normal!” Oh! “Sam!”

“What?!” She laughed, “it's normal you know, "one boy who is simply head over heels, yet you don't even care.” 

“Shut up! He is just my friend. Oh no...He was my friend. Now he is going!” I tried to copy the accent “Trinity.” 

“He is still here, Eve, it must mean something right?! And even if he goes, you should be happy for him.” 

“Here the problem is that he didn't tell me that he is going.”

“I didn't know, he had to tell you.” She gave me a pointed look.

Logically it was right, but I didn't know why it felt so illogical to me. He was my friend, at least that's what he had always said, now suddenly how could he?!

“Please help me with these,” Sam had already separated the whites and yolks and didn't know how many eggs.

“What exactly are you doing?” 

“It's just good for hair.” She said, I nodded, and helped her by holding the bowl full of yolks. I was too tempted to ask, what was she going to do about the smell, but then again thought, it would definitely be a good change for her lab partner whom she hated immensely . 

Then my thoughts automatically drifted towards Oliver, Will you be able to manage on your own huh as if I was his responsibility to look after.

“You really need to talk to him.” Sammy chuckled, by then the room was already filled with my phone's ringtone. She peaked at my phone, “Think of the devil and here he rings.”

She looked at me and sighed, “What are you not going to pick up? Don't tell me, Eve, just talk to him, don't behave like a kindergarten kid.”

She took the bowl from my hand and put the phone in my hand, 'talk to him', she mouthed.

And of course me being me, I royally ignored the call.

***

“It's been a month, Eve, since his suspension is over. Don't you think,”

“Please Sam, not again!” Yes, I hadn't talked to him after that night, and yes he was there all the time, trying to talk to me, well, by clearing his voice loudly which could put frogs into shame, or dropping things a bit harshly as if those things had done some serious offence, or sometimes looking at me narrowing his near perfect light brown eyes as scientists observe their guinea pigs.  

“That boy is going to get hyperopia.” 

“Hy- what?”

“Hyperopia, a common type of refractive error where distant objects may be seen more clearly than objects that are near. The way he is constantly looking at you, I am sure he can't really see anything that is in his 3 feet radius.” Sammy laughed, “He is not even noticing that our Anita the vixen is actually trying to grab his attention for at least the last fifteen minutes.”