133: Not as useless as you

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Tiffany sat on a high stool at the kitchen table eating a bowl of rice. I happily raved down the stairs, grabbed a spoon from the cupboard and dug it into her plate to shove a spoonful of rice down my face. And then she turned away.

With her back turned to me, she walked in the direction of the staircase I just descended from. "Where to?" I asked, still eating the bowl of rice I was slightly glad to have all to myself now.

"I need to get ready for class," she replied, taking baby steps forward. That was a lie and we both knew it.

"Today's a free day for you Tiff, I know your timetable like the back of my palm," I informed her.

I watched her stop and then proceed to hold her pyjama trouser with her fingers like she meant to dig holes into them with her nails.

"Well, I forgot -," she stuttered after some time. "I have projects to work on and assignments that need submission, I guess I don't need your permission to do that."

It felt weird that she was keen on telling multiple lies just to get away from me and it was definitely not because of the food.

'Pregnancy fever maybe, what else could cause such mood swing?' I thought.

The idea of her actually being pregnant, the unused tampons, the lies about having her cycle made me a little scared and now I had to deal with mood changes.

Dropping the bowl, I walked past her and up the stairs. I needed to get to class.

As I walked up the stairs rather slowly, I could almost feel her stare burning into the back of my head. She simply stood at the base, clutching the hem of her cloth even more tightly.

****

Time passed rather quickly today. In what I felt to be just two hours, my classes were over. Going home now didn't feel right, I wasn't mentally ready to face whatever Tiffany was going to do. Perhaps she'd stay mad at me and ignore, snub and sulk or she'd be overly clingy and act like this morning wasn't so awkward.

Either way, I wasn't prepared for that so I walked to my locker to grab a few things.

The hallway was a bit crowded with everyone talking, some trying to hit on girls, some gossiping and the regular nerds standing to take in all the happenings. Amidst all these, I could see Massimo staring at me intently through the corners of my eye.

I need to get home! I would rather deal with Tiffany than deal with Massimo.

Getting to my locker, I unloaded some books and took some then proceeded to head to the car park. Massimo was gone, just like he was never there. If I wore glasses, I would probably have thought I was hallucinating but no, he was right there earlier staring at me.

"Anyways," I shrugged it off and walked to the car park alone. I had dismissed my guards for the day, I needed some alone time.

It didn't seem like I would be getting that.

As i stepped into the park, I turned around sharply to face Massimo hot on my trail like a serial killer. "What's up with the stalking Massimo?"

"I could ask you the same you know." I feigned ignorance and repeated my question "What is it that you want?"

"I want you to stop hiding your feelings." I arched my brow in confusion at this statement.

"Hiding my feeli-"

I was cut short by an already angry Massimo. "Yes Luciano, stop hiding the fact that you care about me and stop grooming Tiffany. It's disgusting."

I had always known Massimo to be reckless with his words, but this was a shock. Grooming was a very wrong word to use, if I had no manners, he would have earned himself a blow right across that mouth of his.

"I think I need to remind you that she's just two years younger and has a good idea of whatever she does."

"No, she doesn't," he bickered. His eyes had turned a little bit red and the hoodie he was putting on seemed to be getting too little for him. How? I had no idea.

"The clothes might as well rip," I thought to myself.

Casting an annoying glance at him, I replied. "Can say the same for you Massimo," I started, covering up the gap between us. "I recall seeing Gladys with you, ain't that right Massimo?" I looked like I was going to eat him up right now.

His face exploded into a shade of burnt orange and I could tell he was extremely angry. Goal achieved!

"So you do admit you were stalking me?" He asked after fumbling with words for some seconds.

For a moment there, I thought we were going to break into a fight and for the first time, I was kind of sad no one was in the parking lot to watch me beat him up this time.

"I'm not so jobless Massimo and I think you forget that I have able bodied men. Unlike you, they're getting more useful and resourceful by the day."

Now, I was afraid I had overdone it. He was inching closer to cover up the somewhat huge space I had left between us. I was ready to drop my bag and send him flying when he did  something very unpredictable.

As he approached, I watched him lick his palm vigorously, filling it with saliva and I couldn't start to explain just how disgusted I felt.

He got close enough and then I saw the saliva filled hand come crashing down on my cheeks softly.

"What the fuck!?" I exclaimed and then he bolted like lightning out of the park.

I had no interest in chasing him so I simply walked to my car and drove home.

Tiff was fast asleep when I arrived home and I was somewhat happy about that. She lay sprawled on the couch like she dozed off while watching Tv.

She looked so much pretty while asleep. I stared at her for a while before planting a kiss job her forehead and heading up to my room.




(Stalking?
I personally hate stalking. What do you think?)

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