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Chapter 18: Silence May Be Sullen.

Chapter 18
Silence May Be Sullen

The silent treatment seemed to work. After a dead- long silence that came from me, Brandon finally had thought to apologise- which by the way, was really cute as he debated whether or not to please his pride or give in and ask for my forgiveness.

His forehead furrowed in what seemed like disappointment and confusion. I, on the other hand, clenched my jaw as I focused on staring intently at him with a poker face. His lips were pursed to a small frown; and from time to time, he attempted to open his mouth- as if to say something. To my dismay, he still prioritised his pride and closed mouth.

Rolling my eyes, I finally decided to help the big pride-hole by urging him to say sorry. "Bro," he immediately snapped to my direction, a hopeful look plastered on his features.

Huh, it seemed like the douche is expecting my forgiveness even though he wouldn't allow himself to say a five letter word: 'sorry'. But, I can't be a cold princess for any longer. I am aware of what pride can do to one. And, I'm being all-so-kind for giving him time to suck it all up and to spill the dang apology. I really do think it would take him aeons- which I can't wait any longer.

"Do you freaking know how to say the word 'sorry?'" I asked him, rhetorically. I mean, everyone- who is sane, knows the word!

"Yeah, I do." He replied, looking at me as if I was stupid.

Well, you can't blame me! I thought to myself. Who takes so long to say a freaking sorry?! Apparently, Brandon. I incredulously thought as I mentally slapped my forehead. I will probably grow old before he says the word. I just want to hear him say the five letter word! Is that too much to ask?

"Can you please say the word?" I said, exasperated. "Dude, it's not that hard. Just face the fact that you, have been so careless and a major nincompoop," I babbled, accusing him with a single index finger, "but you can't let your pride control you." I ended, giving him a inpatient sigh.

He looked down, shuffling his left foot. His hopeful look, slowly contorted into a defeated, sad one. He pouted his lips, making them look fuller.

"Sorry," He said in what sounded like defeat.

"Pardon me?" I say, my lips starting to curl into a victorious smirk. He shuffled his right foot now, seeming hesitant for a moment. He gulped, "sorry," he repeated after a short pause.

My smirk grew deeper. "I was beginning to wonder if you were capable of pronouncing the word." I joked. The annoyance that had built-in finally subsided when he finally had the guts to say the magic word.

He fleetingly raised his head, giving me a look that said: 'I am not an idiot.' I grinned, "ha, you can't accuse me of that one, Brandon. You took almost half an hour debating whether or not to spill a short, five letter apology." I said victoriously then stuck my tongue out.

He seemed to return the action by sticking his own tongue out whilst giving me a glare, "shut up." He looked away as he hid his embarrassed face.

I shook my head, slightly amused by him. I said nothing but grabbed his arm as we strode away from the restaurant, Evalone. Wow, a small sorry can really make a difference. Especially when one has to temporarily degrade his or her pride.

I was dragging Brandon behind me; but I frankly don't know where to go. Surprisingly, Brandon didn't swat my hand away while I continued to grip him. Instead, he continued to go along with me. Although, him traipsing and me walking took some time, I didn't say a word because he let me drag him without any complaints. Taming him was a miracle. I finally came to a halt as I realised we just circled around the third floor, stopping at another fancy restaurant right before Evalone.

"Hate to break it up to you Dianne; but, just so you know, we've just traveled around the circle." He pointed at the huge, white circular point at the centre which was secured by a glass covered wall with metallic railings on top and on the sides of the glass.

"Yeah, I know." I said in a bored tone. "Frankly, I do not have a venue in mind." I admitted while feeling my cheeks flush. Brandon slapped his forehead as he muttered which sounded like: 'I must've killed her brain cells too after feeding her raw 'foie gras.'

Apparently, I found that last comment amusing. Without any hesitation, I burst out with a loud set of guffaws right after hearing that sentence. I clutched my stomach as I let more of my laughter flow through the empty area as I saw Brandon's dumbfounded reaction. His brows were knotted, nose wide and strained, mouth slightly askew and his face read: 'I don't know her, she's nuts.'

Should I or should I not be offended? No, not right after witnessing Brandon- who gave a really feminine expression.