Chapter Seven - Treat My Heart With Care
Today is the aquaintance party.
As much as I'd prefer snuggling myself on my comforter while munching on the chips I have, I couldn't. I bought a dress, and it wasn't cheap yet my mother insisted and now I have to go to this despicable party.
She also threatened me that she'd cut off my allowance and I couldn't allow that to happen. The cult store has new items and I couldn't shop if I had no money to spare.
I should consider getting a job.
Retail jobs are a no since my face intimidates them and I'm horrible at interacting with people. Maybe I should work part-time at the library. I don't need to interact with them unless they'd need something and I'd probably spend the entire time just staring into nothingness.
Yeah, I should get a job.
"Stop staring or I'll stab your eyes with my fork and squish it," I narrowed my eyes at him, seeing as he seemed unbothered with my threat.
Oh I swear one day I'll really follow through my words.
He chuckles, his dimples showing as he gazed at me. "You're really brutal, you know?"
"You're a masochist, you know?" I try to mimic him, making my voice as baritone as I could.
"I don't sound like that," he pouts, denying and I roll my eyes, helping myself to my rice and sunny side up eggs.
I had totally given up on the idea of trying to push him away. No matter how many insults or cold shoulder I'd do, he'd never budge and he pisses me so much when he smiles through all of it, like he's secretly enjoying my misery.
This was maybe a test of some sort like if I could handle this annoying guy 'cause it's not funny. I'm basically getting worked up over nothing and anything I say passes through the other side of his ear.
I finished my meal and close my lunch box, placing it beside me as I lay down on the mat.
I stare up ahead, watching the trees swayed along with the wind and the skies with fluffy clouds above with the sun gleaming in its glory.
Sometimes, it's just nice to stare and do nothing without thinking or saying anything.
"Are you excited for the party later?" Tom speaks after a minute of silence.
I glanced at him for a split second, then looked back to the skies as I rest my hands on the back of my head like a cushion. "You know the answer to that."
"Not even a percent?" he nudges.
"None. Nada."
He ponders for a bit before he replied. "Is the sky really that pretty?" he inquired.
"Are you really that lonely?" I snap at him. "---I'm not in the mood to talk to you--not like I was ever from the start."
"What if I'm really lonely?" he responds and that takes me aback. "--will you finally treat me nicely?"
I take a deep breath before bursting into a sneer. "You? Lonely? You don't understand what true loneliness means."
"You know, anyone can be lonely," he murmurs aloud. "--you sound as if you're gatekeeping an emotion that is normal to everyone."
"Shut up," I grumble.
"Hey! Get up!" I scowl and try to push him off the mat when he started to lay down beside me, grinning as my small hands don't succeed in pushing him off.
