Twenty day challenge.

Day Eleven

*unedited*

Chapter 11.

Why does this keep happening? It’s like I’m genetically programmed so that every time I try to help someone or do a do a good deed it is all programmed to go drastically wrong, now Jen being Jen will probably jump to the conclusion that I was the reason Riley dumped her. Well it did look suspicious… my inner conscious says arguing with me, and I suppose it did in a hug, but why can’t anyone understand that it was just a hug? Nothing more, nothing less, simple.

Needless to say things started to spiral downwards for me after this point, and the rest of the evening was a blur for me and the next thing I knew I was awake in my bed cradling the book I fell asleep reading. It was ridiculous at how ludicrous my life had become in a matter of weeks it seemed like nothing was what it appeared to be, for starters you had Sophie’s mystery illness which I had never heard of before and my best friend thought I was the two-timing cheater that convinced her boyfriend to break up with her. At least I had managed to convince Finch to stay and as one might say there is a silver lining in every situation.

“Hiya Watts,” Finch said as he greeted me, and I couldn’t help but feel glad that we were back on calling each-other by our surnames it was just a simple reminder that Watts and Finch were back (although technically Watts could apply to my sister as well) “How are you?” He says quietly and sweetly gently pestering me about my sudden disappearance when I came back from The Shortbread last night. I don’t want to talk about it, why should I? But something inside me tells me that a problem shared is a problem halved.

“Well I’ve just discovered that playing cupid isn’t as easy as it seems,” I said shrugging, Finch looks somewhat amused by this sudden revelation, “so I went along with Riley’s plan to help get Riley and Jen back together, and I um, accidently hugged Riley,” at this I caught a glimpse of Finch’s face in my peripheral vision, “no, no, not like that! As a friend and Jen have probably jumped to the wrong conclusion,” I managed to spit out in a shrewd manner, it was hard to decipher Finch’s expression but it remains neutral no emotion is apparent.

“What do you mean probably?” Finch asked, “You say she has probably, but that means that there is still time to prove that she is wrong,” he said in his usual frank manner before passing me the phone and dialling the number that I knew off by heart, if only life was that simple as Finch liked to make out…

I mumble thanks in the direction of Finch but yet again it looks like he’s lost in his own little world, I wonder what it’s like, knowing Finch there is no limit to the randomness or unexpectedness in his own little world.

“I always run but never walk,

I have a mouth but never walk,

I always travel down and never up,

All in all you can fit me in a cup!”

It looked like Finch was back, with his philosophy; a riddle a day keeps the doctor away, although I’m just making that up, but having a riddle a day is like having a daily dose of medicine and the love of riddles seemed to be somewhat infectious, at least whenever Finch was around anyway.

The phone rings, after the third ring someone picks up, to my surprise it’s Jennifer, after all this misunderstanding the part of me that dominated the rest of me was convinced that she wouldn’t even bother to pick up, I begin to fall into the illusion that by some miracle I’m forgiven, but when she begins to speak her words are iced in venom and I’m forced to come to the conclusion that nothing has changed.

“What do you want?” Jennifer on the other line says, I flinch at the mere harshness of the words as I felt like a knife was being plunged into my back.