The Thirteenth

~Chapter Eight~

The Thirteenth

Chapter Eight

Previously:

Something was wrong. He wasn't being his usual cocky self and it worried me in a weird way. Wow, it worried me now that I was worrying about him who has been anything but nice to me till date.

I heaved a long sigh and he looked up at me. He frowned at me but didn't say anything.

Okay, I had to ask him. It was killing me. Something wasn't right and I felt like I needed to do something about it.

"Are you okay?"

**

He looked at me weirdly, then at his phone for about half a minute and ran his hands through his hair. He sighed, "No, I mean y-yeah," he gave a dry laugh and continued, "You should go home."

I stood there rooted at the spot. His hair was now disheveled and he looked exhausted. After answering my question, which didn't satisfy me, by the way, he looked at the sky through the window.

That damn window.

My hatred grew by the minute for that old, white window. I, for one, found absolutely nothing entertaining about the window or the view outside. There was just an old tree facing the parking lot. The sky was getting darker and the clouds were looming in threateningly. The weather was not going to be good. Plus, I had to walk home.

Damn, Jason, for bailing on me in the last minute!

I was getting restless standing there because I was not getting any answers anyway. After looking here and there, I tried to form an acceptable statement that would seem like a normal conversation. Not a statement that would portray me as being nosey or piss him off. I was working on the latter more than the former.

"Um, I'm leaving now?" I said which sounded more like a question.

Yeah, great!

So much for an acceptable statement, I thought. Why couldn't I form one sentence properly?

"So?" He frowned at me again.

Okay, that was embarrassing.

"I-I thought you should leave too. The weather doesn't seem particularly nice, you see." I stuttered in the beginning and gave a half smile.

Stupid potato! Now he'd think that I was telling him what to do or that I cared about him. Don't ask me why, but sometimes being around him made me nervous. An absolute nervous wreck! Arguing with him was so much easier; it came naturally to me.

His face lightened up a bit.

"Am I witnessing a real-life scene where Miss Amelia Spencer sounds like she cares about me?" He took his legs off the table and sat up straight, "Oh, what has the world come to?" He steepled his fingers and rested his elbows on the table. He was clearly amused.

Want to know how I knew? Well, he stressed on the word 'miss' like they were announcing the Queen's presence and his smirk was back.

Unable to respond with a good comeback, I sealed my lips and stomped out of the classroom. What he said was the naked truth and I mentally slapped myself for acting stupid. I heard him chuckle behind me. Mr. Wilson, one; Lia, zero.

That arse!

Well, nobody asked you to say those things. You brought this upon yourself.

My subconscious was an intellectual, there's no denying that. But the problem was that she took longer to finish the race and collect the certificate for participation. Hence, dumbness that oozed out of me sometimes - now, all the more in the presence of Mr. Wilson. After the whole incident happened where most of the time I ended up making myself look foolish, she'd catch up and give me smartass comments. And yeah, by she, I mean my subconscious.