Rage

♠TWELVE♠

They say green eyes are rare and grey eyes are common. The two are very much different from eachother, but here he is, a bind between the two, much-different colours, his hair looks rough that it differs very much from his outstanding personality, his shirt is rolled up his sleeves as usual that i wonder if he ever wears a tie or a blazer, i've never seen him wear any other colour that isn't white or black, its making me question his appearance. Sir grey-green eyes seems to be comfortable as well because he's sitting on the other end of table studying me as well, lingering his eyes on every part of my face.

How uncomfortable can this get?

"I believe you stated that we have things to fill on?" I ask impatient, I would be frittering away a good amount of time by just staring at him. he smiled brilliantly. "God, i missed you rage" he said. He looked at his watch and snapped his head back towards me. "I suppose i just wanted a distraction" he said.

Distraction? Im not for his purpose, im not built to help him be distracted. If he wants distraction he should watch a movie or bake.

"From what?" I ask. "I am a busy man, I have alot of things on my mind and you, you somehow find a way to make my worries go away" he says, staring at the table. I regard his statement with certain skepticism and he didnt answer my question, busy with what? I shrug it off, other than that he's always acting like im a jewel, always flirting and acting all nice while i know for a fact that he's feelings are the exact opposite. I hate him and he hates me too.

"Your such a liar" i say "I hate you and i know that feeling is very much mutual, so stop acting all nice. I dont like you Sal" i emphasize the last part. His eyes widen a fraction. "Rude, well i am a honest man so yes, you are right about one thing, i do hate you, i always have, but your accusation is very false im no liar" honest man? No liar? Someones feeding this man delusions.

"your attitude is sour and your rage is annoying but i can spare you, infact i even find your rage very enticing and -"

"Stop" i yell before he can finish his sentence. "Just stop..., stop doing that" i say. "Stop doing what?" He asks, his eyes filled will innocence as ever, if i hadn't known Sal i would think he was blank an oblivious to his action, but i do and i know there's nothing innocent about him, he's far from innocence.

Our gaze are locked and i don't know what to say to him and i for sure dont want to sound pathetic. "You cant sue a man for he's honesty, rage" he says and Dior walks in with a tray of plates, she places one infront of him and the other infront of me.

I dont know if Dior has amnesia because a minute ago i made it very clear that im not up for trying new food tradition.

"Im not hungry" i start adjusting myself out of the table, and Sal sighs. "Do i have to remind you about our deal?" I stop in my tracks, "i've had breakfast and lunch, so im perfectly good, im stable and im not sick, there isn't much importance of this meal" i say already on my feet. "Sit down" im disgusted by his possesive and demanding act.

"We made a deal, and ive been gone for over 24 hours, for all i know you could be lying" i stop myself from rolling my eyes, from throwing a spoon at his head, i sit down. "I dont lie" is all i say 'unlike you' is what i dont say.

He nods, "how old are you?" He asks, and im wondering why he's asking me this. "I dont see why it concerns you"

"I want to get to know you" he says, is he drunk? What i knew very much was Sal had nothing to do with my age and i know he doesnt want to get to know me. And i wouldn't just display my age to a stranger in a suit.

"Im 20" i lie, there's no way im letting him know im a kid. "Now who's the Liar" he says and im taken back "still you" i say. Sal lies about everything, he's putting on the nice act, for god sake this man kills people, and had me caged in the four corners of his house. he laughs "i suppose i know you too well, your not older than 18 rage" he says. I was suprised that i had to bite on my inner cheek to suppress myself from yelling.