Pocket Full of Lies

14- Insufferable, infuriating, Jerk

What did I do?

How did I end up making him scared of me? Everything was okay until I went to the interview. Agreed that he was suspicious of me at times, but scared...never.

What changed?

"Re...haan..?" My voice was shaky and hesitant. Seeing him frightened liked that scared me even more.

"I am fine. Don't read too much in this," he said in a dismissive tone.

"I already saw it. And it won't just disappear from my mind just because you order me to." I rolled my eyes, coming back to my normal posture and tone, so that he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable about what happened.

Just because I don't want him to feel uncomfortable, it doesn't mean I won't probe about the situation. Hah!

"Why were you scared? Did I do something...to...," I trailed off, not knowing how to complete the question.

"You didn't," he answered promptly, like he didn't want me to over think about it even for a second. "It was just a reflex action."

I narrowed my eyes at his excuse. "Something must have happened for such a reflex to happen."

"Why can't it happen? Haven't I been suspicious of you so many times? Without any particular reason or sometimes even without me realizing it," he countered.

Argh! This frustrating guy.

"That's different."

"How is that different? If I can be suspicious of you without any reason then why can't I be scared of you?"

"But I haven't done anything to make you afraid of me!" I shouted as I clutched my hair tightly.

"Does that mean you have done something that warranties my suspicion?" He asked, looking at me with keen eyes.

It was good knowing you, Muskaan! Have a happy afterlife!

Gulping down the bile, I forced myself to look unbothered.

"Don't try to change the subject," I fake scolded him, pointing my finger at him. "Come back to the topic of you being scared."

"I don't think I am one who is trying to change the subject," he smiled smugly at me. That know-it-all bastard. "You are the one who is trying to hop on the previous conversation to avoid the current question."

"I am hopping to the past conversation, yeah? Then how about we jump to even more past- you know the time when we both sat in a complete and absolute insufferable silence." I huffed, blowing out the spare hair from my face.

"Absolute silence? With you, present in this room?" He raised his eyebrows.

My mouth was hung open at his blatant mocking. "Excuse me! I tried my best, okay? Not everyone can go on for hours without speaking."

"It wasn't even a whole minute," he mumbled under his breath.

"I heard that," I shouted, before muttering, "Bloody insufferable, infuriating, incorrigible jerk!!"

"Wha..." He mumbled.

I gritted my teeth, before yelling it out at him, "You bloody insufferable, infuriating—" I stopped short, noticing his widened eyes as he clutched his head.

I hurried towards him with panic. Placing my hand over his hands, which were holding his head, I questioned, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"Let me see," I said, trying to remove his hand. "Is it because of my yelling? I am sorry."