Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 65. Indignation

Night time

【Byron's POV】

Pacing around my living room, I grew impatient at how slow the time is running, not to mention I had just woken up because I was 'tired' which rarely happens. I don't get tired. I don't get sleepy. I don't get hungry－not unless it's been days or weeks without those necessities. But during the whole trip, I did nothing but sleep. That should've been enough for a while. It doesn't make any sense. I thought I was in for another sickness, another cold perhaps . . . but I'm feeling alright after I 'rested.'

I don't 'rest.' At least not because I am 'tired.' The trip to the seminar was, indeed, tiresome, but it shouldn't have pushed me to the point of running out of energy－last year's seminar was just as bad, yet it didn't have any effect on me whatsoever. I don't understand.

It may be nothing, but I need to let them know about it. Too many things have been changing. Too many things are unplanned and unaccounted for. It can't go on like this. There's so much at risk.

I glanced at the clock across the room. Midnight is coming close and I'll be able to go to them soon－

Two knocks on the door interrupted my train of thoughts, bringing a halt to my pacing. I stood several steps away from the door, looking at it with cautiousness. I don't think I'm expecting anyone . . . The familiar sound of the doorbell rang, forcing me to walk to the door and open it with suspicious eyes.

The second I twisted the knob, someone pushed the door. It came hurling open with the force, revealing the insides of my house to－

To this brat.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "What do you－"

"About this afternoon," she interrupted, looking up at me with big eyes, "Is it because I kissed you when I was drunk?" She bluntly asked, anticipating my response.

The sudden appearance and question threw me off, making me fail at coming up with a proper answer, "What are you talking about?"

She crossed her arms, hugging her jacket, "You know. You, getting upset by something I said." She reminded, "I thought about it and that's my conclusion."

I blinked multiple times before answering, "Well, you're wrong."

"Sure, I am." She sarcastically said, "That's why you got pissed and ignored me when I told you to forget about what I did, since I was drunk that time." Her voice was filled with confidence as she spoke.

"I was angry because you were being annoying, not because of that ridiculous reason." I retorted. What's the point of saying all this anyway?

"'Were?'" She repeated, a grin forming, "So, I'm not annoying anymore?"

"Are." I rephrased, "Given the fact that you're in front of my house at this time of the night." I added.

She nodded, the smile not leaving her face, "Right, right. It's late." She mumbled, "But, it's not like you're telling me to go away anyway." She whispered that part to herself, though I clearly heard it, "Well, I came here to clear something up."

I raised a brow, wishing she would just finish the conversation, "What?"

"The only reason I asked you to forget it is because I thought that's what you'd prefer. Clearly, it wasn't, since you made a big deal out of it." She shrugged, "I don't really remember much 'cause I was drunk, but," She paused, looking straight at me, "At that time, I probably meant to do it."