Little Miss Mute (EDITING)

✿Chapter 14✿

Did you know? Sir Isaac Newton was 23 when he discovered the law of gravity

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Angus. I had forgotten all about him.

Forgotten about him and what, exactly, he and I had just talked about these past few minutes.

Which was a lot of stuff I didn't particularly wanted to go through again in front of Felix.

Felix gazed up and stared at my brother's face. When Angus didn't speak he gave a wry smile and said, "Is this where you tell me to stay the hell away from your little sister or something?"

Angus narrowed his eyes like a teacher gazing upon his prized pupil. He smiled. "Something like that."

There was something inscrutable about that smile. I couldn't tell from his expression or tone of voice what he was thinking and he appeared to derive a good deal of pleasure from keeping us guessing.

Angus is not one to speak much and he hates long-winded explanations, but when necessary he could present his thoughts logically and precisely. He could also be quite caustic if he felt like it, aiming a quick and merciless jab at whoever was unlucky enough to peak his interest.

Suddenly, I felt the world closing in on me, as I watched my brother's face twist into a mischievous grin.

It was as if a hand were hovering over me, about to latch on to me and pull me unsuspectingly backward.

Felix's shaggy brown hair fell on his eyes. Tangled on one side, it was long enough to cover half of his ears, and it always stayed that length, about a week overdue for a haircut. Felix was silent like a rock beside me. He knew how quick Angus's mind worked, and the more we talked, the more close we were at being found out.

Angus's first meeting with Felix had been almost a decade ago in a school festival. In those days, Felix had been a shy and kind little boy which of course changed gradually when Angus decided to include him in our small clique.

Because Felix's mother died of an illness shortly after he was born, he was often lonely. His father never remarried but raised Felix by himself, practicing 'correcting' surgery to make a living, he had been a brilliant cardiac surgeon according to my mom, though ever since his wife died he changed his medical specialty to cosmetic surgery.

I said practically nothing as I looked at Felix and Angus back and forth. Suddenly his eyes landed on me and I shrank back in alarm. "What's with your face?" Angus said to me.

My heart sped up frantically as I asked what he meant.

"It's like you're under a guillotine."

I stood frozen under his scrutinizing eyes. It was like being naked.

I shook my head and laughed. If he thought I was going to fall so easily, he had another thing coming.

"Don't tell me," Angus' eyes snapped open. "Are you still on about that?"

"...that?"

"Can't you just let it go?" Angus gave a long, frustrated sigh and drew a long finger to point at me. "It was just a dumb standardized test. Those kind of exams are not very accurate, anyway. So can't you leave that pointless frustration until tomorrow, at least? "

I blinked, and then blinked again, although I had heard Angus perfectly well, I couldn't even begin to understand him. Why? Why are we even talking about the evaluation exam?--even though it's true I'm still mad about that--I don't understand why are we even talking about this... What about the subject on my feelings towards Robert? There was a burning sensation at the back of my eyes, but I tried to concentrate on what my brother was saying. At least, whatever it was, it would take his mind off Robert.