Not that Deadly

Chapter 4 - The first phase of the nuts plan

Right. There is no escape. We're all ending up by being controlled by something we can't fight against. Very nice. Thank you very much George Orwell for telling me that my life will always be this shitty.

I had spent my afternoon and most of the night up reading the book Luke had lent me and now I was feeling half miserable and half I-want-to-kill-Skywalker. The second one sounds nice, uh?

I got out of my bed before I would give up the idea of attending school that morning. I went to take a hot bath and got dressed after. Half an hour later I was already leaving the house where my lucky friends would spend the morning sleeping in their comfortable beds. Yupe, my life was hell.

I was about to steal Edwin's car when I heard a car horn across the street. I looked up and what did I see? The stupid green truck. Again. Why me? I rolled my eyes, closed the car's door once more and walked up to meet Skywalker, who had already this utterly smug smile all over his extremely handsome face. I got into his car without saying a word. If he was clever enough, he wouldn't talk to me at that specific moment.

"Someone woke up in a bad mood today."

Not clever then. "I didn't get much sleep."

He started the car and gave me a side-look. "Do you ever get much sleep?"

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged while he drove off. "You just look like someone who has a lot to think about."

"I have nothing to think about." I told him without even looking him in the eyes, probably because deep down I knew I couldn't just lie to that guy and get away with it.

"Yeah, of course you don't." He sarcastically responded.

I decided to ignore his I-know-you-better-than-yourself tone and stood quiet until he opened his big mouth once again. This time, however, the subject was a bit more interesting.

"Have you started the book?" He asked me, not taking his eyes off the road.

It was my turn to look at him, and I didn't know if I should show my discontent about the end of the book or just comment on the book in general. I did neither. "I've already finished it." I told him, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

He smirked, not taking his eyes off the road. "You don't seem too happy about it."

"I thought you were going to give me a book which had a happy ending." I explained him, slowly, as if to a child. "Because that's what you do when you want to convince someone that reading will make their life better."

We stopped at a red light and he turned his head to look at me, his eyebrows drawn close to each other in a confused expression. "You got it all wrong." He told me with a mocking tone of voice. A smile began to grow on his lips as the red light turned to green. "Reading won't make your life better, it will make you think about it. Probably, it will make it even more difficult because it will make you think about subjects that never even crossed your mind. It can widen your horizons and it will most definitely help you to know yourself better." By the time he ended up speaking, we had already got to the school and he was now parking the car, and, as strange as it might seem, I was actually listening to him with quite a big amount of interest. Me, who never cared about what other people said about whatever it was. "If you want a book that will make you feel better about life, then I guess you'll have to look for it elsewhere."

He stared at me, and I could tell that he was expecting me to tell him that that was a bunch of bull shit. As a matter of fact, I didn't. I thought he was right. "You know, you also look like a person who has a lot to think about." I narrowed my eyes on him, he wasn't the only one between the both of us who was good in reading people. "And not only that. You look like someone who has something to hide too."