The Nerd's Secret |Ongoing|

☫ Chapter 37 ☫

☫ Chapter 37 ☫

I was in a perpetual state of anger.

     Considering just about everything that's been going on, I would like to think that made sense. The physical manifestation of those feelings was a natural consequence. It's science. It made sense that the first thing I did in the morning was break my alarm clock.

     I had woken up from the blaring of my alarm clock. At the first detection of the beeping sound, I promptly smashed it, subsequently turning the sound off. Only I didn't actually realize it immediately. I blinked at the peculiar noise and the crushed plastic and metal pieces under my palm. I turned to observe the destruction I've seemed to create.

     Well then. Not the best of methods. I admit that. But it got the job done. We have to count these things as a win. There were only so many of those these days.

     I slowly rose out of bed, not minding the creak that came with it which matched the cracking of my bones. I rolled my shoulders and massaged my neck.

     The broken alarm clock pieces were scattered on the nightstand and the floor beside my bed. Sighing, I picked up all the pieces and walked out of my room. I didn't want to throw it out in my small garbage bin. Seeing as the bathroom bin was closer than the kitchen's, I decided to just throw it out there instead. Besides, I wanted to brush my teeth anyway. Something about this felt illogical but I decided that did not matter and carried on.

     I made my way to the bathroom. I noticed Jeff walking behind me. I walked a little faster, wanting to get there first and avoid a confrontation with him. With my bird's eye view, I could see he kept his pace the same.

     Not entirely on purpose, I ended up slamming the door on his face. His eyes widened. My eyes did too. However, I don't think we were both surprised by the same thing.

     I looked at the doorway and the lack of a door connecting to it. I then looked at my hand wrapped around the doorknob. Lastly, I looked at Jeff. Hmm. I broke the door. I should probably have a better reaction to that.

     Maybe it's not that I'm in a perpetual state of anger. Maybe I've reached the point of apathy.

     Jeff's eyes zig-zagged to the broken door, the broken alarm clock in my hand, and me. I'm clearly carrying a lot of broken things right now. Take that how you'd like to but the implication of what I meant is clear enough. We can pretend it's a joke. You can laugh, it's funny. Ha.

     I took in a breath, feeling my face leak with embarrassed heat. Because a part of this is embarrassing. I really should have better control over my powers.

     I ignored Jeff's questioning gaze. With one hand, I attempted to somewhat fix the door and reconnect it, and on my other hand, I balanced what was left of the alarm clock. I failed miserably in both actions.

     "Seems like you're breaking a lot of things today," Jeff muttered and to my astonishment, began helping me fix the door. Or at the very least, try to.

     "Soon I'll be breaking hearts," I joked quietly without so much of a second thought. After hearing myself, I quickly tried to retract my words. "I mean–"

     Jeff cut me off with a smirk. "Sure you will, Jeremiah."

     I blew up my cheeks. Did I honestly just say that? I accidentally flirt with the lady at 7-Eleven and suddenly I think I'm all that? Well, not really, but the connection of the unwanted romantic-themed scenarios is evidently there. This is definitely because I've been interacting with Lucas Trevor/Dark Wonder too much.