(Extra)ordinary

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

"Dakota Evans," I told the clerk at the front desk. She had a very stern expression on her face; I wasn't sure if she was born this way or that she was really mad.

She tapped away at her keyboard, scrolled through information then looked up at me. "Doctor Griffin is currently occupied. You might want to wait for a while until he comes out."

When we nodded, she added, "You can wait outside room 200 of the Fractures Block. That's were your appointment will be at."

I smiled at her politeness, despite her stern front. "Thank you," Dakota and I said simultaneously.

She grunted her approval and we strolled to the elevator.

The elevator came and I hopped in first. "Which floor?"

"Ten," Dakota replied lazily. I pushed the button and an awkward silence surrounded us.

"So..." He drawled. "What do you want to tell me?"

I started to panic again. No way was I going to survive this day.

I sighed. No point stalling for time. I might as well get done with it, I thought. "You must promise not to get angry," I warned.

He looked at me skeptically. "Uh, sure?"

The elevator doors yawned and we made our way out onto the corridor. A sign told me that Room 200 was on the right, so we walked in that direction. While walking, Dakota nudged me, secretly prompting me.

"Adam kissed me."

As soon as I said that, I studied Dakota closely for any signs of emotion. None came. He just kept a sullen look.

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked after a while.

I was absolutely confused. Wait, scratch that. I was absolutely dumbfounded. Here I was, readying myself for World War 3 to be declared, and all Dakota did was to keep a pokerface? And he asked if I enjoyed it?

"No," I answered quickly. "I won't. I hate him."

He still kept that straight face. This time, he did not even answer. Curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to pop a question.

"Aren't you angry?"

He looked at me and gestured towards the seats that were in front of us. He set down and patted the chair beside him. I took that as my cue to sit.

He sighed and played with his fingers. "You told me not to be angry... and to be honest, no, I'm not."

"Why?" I prompted. Everything didn't make any sense.