Sentiment Is A Chemical Defect

Chapter 10

Maybe I overreacted with Eron. Maybe he was right and maybe he really did want to protect me from Evan... But why? I thought he didn't care about me but the more I thought about it, why would he come to my aid if he didn't care about me as a friend? What was the likelihood that he would go through all that trouble and almost got injured just to spite me? Needless to say, I really didn't want to go to school the next day. I didn't want to face up to my idiocy.

"Spill!" Jen beamed excitedly.

"There's nothing to spill..."

"Don't lie to me!"

"I..." I caught sight of Eron watching from the corner but this time when I made I eye contact with him, he looked away.

"You?" she urged.

I rose to my feet, "I'll explain later." Then I proceeded to walk to towards Eron.

"What?" he questioned, transfixed at a point on the other side of the room and acting as if he didn't care, "You want to give me another mouthful? Well, forget it. You're right. We have a business relationship. I won't bother next time."

For some reason, a pang of anger went through me but, I tried to keep my cool.

"I wanted to say sorry."

At this he met my eye, looking slightly shocked. "What for?"

"Almost getting you beaten up by Evan," I told him sheepishly then turned back to go back to Jen.

"Why did you go out with him?"

I looked back, "Why do you care so much?"

"I don't need my partner to be emotionally traumatised by some dick," he explained gruffly.

I gave him a quick nod, not showing that I was slightly disappointed by that excuse. I then trekked back to my seat.

"What was that about?" Jen asked.

I saw her look to Eron and then it was her turn to go to him. I watched as they exchanged words until the bell went for first lesson.

On my way to class, I was roughly pulled to the side by a strong hand. In defense, I swung my arm around to hit behind me and spun around.

Evan caught my arm with his other hand and held it tightly as I attempted to wriggle it free for his grasp, "Feisty thing, aren't ya'?" he grinned cockily and then released my arm.

"What do you want?" I demanded, mustering as much venom in my words as I could.

"What's Eron said, Sweetheart?" asked Evan as he brushed a piece of hair out of my face.

I stepped back away from him with a glare, "Don't touch me."

"I promise you it's not true."

"He didn't say anything. I just trust his judgement."

"Sure you do, Sweetheart. Eron's done just as many bad things as I have. His morals just kicked him because he has a thing for you," Evan smirked.

"Don't call me Sweetheart," I growled.

Evan chuckled half-heartedly, "You can't deny that he has a thing for ya'"

"Our relationship is strictly a business one."

"Either you're naïve or ignorant."

"Whatever. I need to get to class," I huffed.

"Nuh-huh," he said, shaking his head, "You'll regret not listening to me."