The Story Behind my Eyeglasses

Chapter 13

I didn't forget about the fact that Christian Larsen asked me to meet him at the diner tonight and because he said please, I purposely walked to that damn diner bothered by the feeling of him treating me as his inferior again. Yes he may have stopped bullying me but it doesn't make him the boss of me, ordering me around to meet him somewhere. Who does he think he is?

I was approaching the diner when I spotted Larsen leaning on the tree outside. He was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans when his eyes landed on me, immediately pinning me into place. He walked towards me and I thought I saw a faint smile on his face.

"I thought you weren't coming," so he speaks.

"What do you want?" a bit blunt but I had to know why he asked me to meet him here because I thought he has no business with me whatsoever and that also applies to me. I don't know him that much and we're not friends for him to call me out tonight. I may have tried to comfort him but only because I'm not an asshole like he is.

He blinked a couple of times like he still cannot believe that I can stand up for myself at times when I needed to and he just chuckled at me like he's some kind of psycho like Luke and Jace is but that two jackasses are in a whole new level of psychological impairment.

"Why did you approach me that night?" he asked, bluntly as I did. I sighed, not wanting to repeat myself over and over again. I have explained myself already but then he doesn't know why I did it in the first place. I was about to talk when he raised a hand and held it in front of my face, preventing me to talk. "Can we talk someplace else?" he offered and I started to back away from him. He might be plotting something, like rape me or humiliate me somewhere there are a lot of people watching and he might record it on video.

He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not going to hurt you," his voice cracked at the end of his sentence, making me look at him and stare at him for about a few seconds because he looked as if he's suffering about something. He sat on the ground and sighed audibly.

"A – Are you okay?" I'm real pathetic. The guy's already on the ground and I ask him if he's okay? Great. I carefully sat a few centimeters from him and sighed as the grass felt a little comfortable under my ass.

"You still haven't answered my question," he said and I groaned, making him laugh a little bit. Mentally I'm asking myself why I'm sitting beside the guy who bullied me on the grass outside a diner.

"You know, right now I'm asking myself why I'm sitting right next to the biggest bully in school who made me experience humiliation, embarrassment and hell. I don't even know why I sat in front of you that night. But maybe the reason is because I'm not like you who ruins other people's lives for fun and who acts so almighty not being bothered by the fact that those around you are also human and they get hurt as well." I bluntly told him with a straight face and stood up before walking away while patting my butt for any dirt stuck on my jeans while Christian Larsen is gaping at me because I just dissed him. Why did I go here in the first place? This was a wrong move.

I stepped inside the house and I caught my brother sitting on the couch while watching a movie. He looks relaxed tonight and maybe that's because dad's coming home and he feels happy and excited about it at the same time. He heard me coming in and asked me to join him so I did. I snuggled close to him as I think about what I just told Larsen. I hope he thinks about it as well because he can't keep treating people like garbage around him because he'll lose friends and I'll be the one laughing in the end – although I think I really won't laugh at someone's misery.

"What are you thinking about?" Evan must have realized that I'm thinking about something and his worry is evident in his eyes. I smiled and shook my head, not wanting to burden him with my own thoughts and problems because he's had enough of that over the past years since Mom left. He just went back to watching the movie while I slowly fell into sleep as I listen to my brother's heartbeat. I kind of know now that Amy must love cuddling with my brother because he smells really good and his body is quite lean and warm – he feels like hot chocolate on a snowy day.