Venom

Chapter 11. It's complicated

This time I was feeling a lot more overthrown than I had thought I would feel by this point. More overpowered than I had ever anticipated feeling here.

I had no idea what to expect anymore. Things only continued to degrade around me. First, I find my mother  has  lied to me and my dad. Second, I find out that dear Mr Oliver and Greg belong to this world I refuse to accept.. my mother too and now, someone wants my skin.

I'd started skepticism around me. Paranoia was something I couldn't avoid any longer.

What is this universe I landed in? Even friends aren't what they appear to be!

  'Me too.'

  "Hello," a deep mellow voice alters my thoughts. I look up at an Angus standing besides my desk. I give him a tight smile and look away. My heart suddenly starts to beat uncontrollably.

We were still waiting for class to start. Frankly, I wasn't eager to spend two hours of Biology. I was less clearheaded to follow.

I hear the chair next to me move. I ignore the fact that Angus is sitting only a foot away. To my discontentment, Madam Roth starts class. I try to focus as she explain genetics. I sigh and frown at my notebook.

  "Are you having a tough time?" Angus enquired. "You don't ask." I said dryly then tried to ignore him. My frown deepened.

  "Is something bothering you?" He asks. I glance at him. His hypnotic face wore a friendly expression. And he was staring down at me, waiting.

  "I was just.. thinking." I answer then face the blackboard. "May I ask what it is you're thinking?" He voice was curious.

  "No."

I instantly feel lamebrain for sidetracking him. I glance at him and, immediately regret it as usual. He was staring at me.
 
  "Fair enough," he mumbles. I glance up at him but he is fixing the blackboard. I felt guilty in a way I wasn't supposed to. He was only trying to be friendly and on top of that he had helped me too somehow. I sighed.

  "Actually, I was thinking about my… mother. Ida."

Angus turned his head to me. "What about her?" He asks in a kind tone.

  "It's.. complicated."

  "I can understand." He presses.

  "Do you think s-she lied to us?" I paused. "To me and my father,"

  "I don't know, really. But I don't think it's the case either." He started. "Even if she did, there must have been a good explanation to her actions." He points out.

  "Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair." I mutter darkly. "No." He agreed.

  "Haven't you ever been told that life was unfair, Humphrey?"

He shrugged."That's a reality. But it's not the only truth." He said.

  "I had no idea." I say dryly.

Angus looked at me with empathy. I glanced away. Why was I even babbling?  He must think I'm a retard now. Wait a minute … since when do what Angus think became important? Get a grip, Gwen. I sighed.

  "Something's annoying you?" He asked, more like a speculation. "Yes." I said truthfully but kept my eyes to the blackboard. He waited.

  "It is ..."

  "Complicated." He surmised then paused. "Come on," His tone was demanding, but polite. I glanced at his dazzling face. His hair was, as usual falling over his forehead. He had set his arms over the table, the sleeves of his black shirt pushed upwards, so, I could see the strong muscle under his skin.  I sighed for the fourth time in that period. Dwelling in my thoughts for a second, trying to find the right words and lowering my eyes to my fingers to avoid staring at him.