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PROBLEMXXIX | TheGreenEyedBoy
After the last bell sounded, the students of LakeVille High made a stampede out of the gates of the school. But I did not. I went straight towards Houston’s last class which was a few classes from mine. I waited until Houston packed his stuff and got out, not noticing me until I jumped in front of me which startled him. He looked at me with wide eyes, before he regained a nonchalant composure on his face.
He gave me a crocked smile, leaning on the wall behind him, he folded his arms over his chest. “Never knew I would see a day where Clover Lian is waiting for me outside my class. So what do I owe you this action of utter kindness?”
“Shut up. I want my ice cream that you promised.”
“What promise?”
I gasped, hejustdidnot! “You promised me an ice cream if I won that stupid game with Greg!” I smacks the back of his head, angrily.
“It doesn’t have to be today,” Houston said, warily as he hitched up his bookbag on his shoulder and started walking away. His foot steps echoed in the smooth hallway and in my ears. He looked so glum suddenly.
“Tomorrow then?” I asked, looking at him with big hopeful eyes.
“No,” He answered, sternly.
“Why not?” I pressed.
“Because I said so,” He snapped, making me step back. I scowled, “Give me a reason.”
“I can’t—”
“Do this anymore. C’mon, I'll take you for that ice cream I promised you,” I said, cutting him off mid sentence, completing it my own way.
Houston gave me a daggered look that could kill, “I can’t give you—”
“One so I'll buy you two ice creams?” I completed again and smiled.
Houston growled angrily. He pressed, “I can’t give you a reason—”
“Therefore, I will take you to a nice ice cream parlor and get you ice cream?”
And suddenly, I was slammed against a wall, the cool solid pressing against my back. Houston growled dangerously, looking at me with shadowed eyes, that had turned darker in shade.
“I can’t give you a reason if I don’t have one,” Houston said through gritted teeth. His face was so dangerously close to mine that my breath hitched at the back of my throat.
“And you know what?” Houston spoke harshly, pushing himself away from me. I suddenly felt all the warmth pull away from around me, letting the cold bite. Houston slammed something on the palm of my hand, and said: “Just have your goddamned ice cream.”
