Chapter 35
The thing about being broken hearted aside from being at your most vulnerable state is that you make a complete fool out of yourself. We tend to become stupid over the simplest things in life; we try to complicate things as if it were some part of a logarithm expression. We overthink about situations concerning everything because we thought that one mistake would make us stumble again over the things that caused our brokenness. And we are very much afraid to fall one more time, and it’s not just because it hurts to stumble after a fall but also because we are afraid that we might not have the enough strength to stand up again.
“Will you please stop moaning?” asks James. It’s been half an hour since he got a dose of my blood. Sometimes I think that I like him better as a beast. He doesn’t talk nonsense, well, he doesn’t talk at all.
I look at him, frown like a little puppy and then cover my face. When other girls do it, it’s cute, but when it comes to me I find it disturbing, James find it irritating. That’s why I do it. The only person who can make me happy and at the same time annoyed is non-other than my older brother, James. He’s the very reason why I do things I hate.
Edward’s footsteps are coming down the stairs, I know it’s him. He’s the only person who’s not present at this hour. Professor Wood is in the operating room doing his mutation business; James and I are researching about chemical reactions.
He’s late today. He’s whistling an upbeat music while he’s on his way down. He looks happy. James and I look at him with curiosity. It’s the first time we saw Edward this happy. “What?” he laughs.
“What happened to you?” James laughs with him. “You act differently today.”
Edward shrugs his shoulders, “I just spent the night with my girlfriend.”
My brother laughs louder and taps Edward in the back, “Way to go bro!”
“You guys are disgusting! Why do you do that, ‘do and tell’?” I ask them in disgust. I actually don’t get boys’ talks so just like any other girls I find it weird when they talk things like that.
Edward, whose lips are almost at his eyes because of smiling answers, “What’s wrong with that? You asked me about what happened, so I answered. Are you allergic with PG-13 conversations, Keesha?” he laughs hard.
“I did not ask you anything.” I roll my eyes.
“Don’t mind her, she got dumped” says James in the most annoying tone ever.
“Terence?” Edward asks.
“I don’t know how did you know about Terence, but will you please stop talking about me?”
But pleading the boys is not working at all. They tease me all day long. At first, I wanted to cry and feel sorry about myself. Then I give in and started to laugh with them. I don’t know what these boys have to make me feel light about everything, but I’m glad I have them. I’m glad that I didn’t lose my brother and I found another friend in Edward’s presence.
“There’s no use crying over spilled milk, it’s not worth it; it’s either you lick the dirty milk on the floor or buy another one.” interrupts Professor Wood.
“How long have you been listening to us?” I laugh.
He laughs with us for a moment and goes back to work. He’s the weirdest nerd I’ve ever met, but the nicest and most patient too.
The night is almost coming so Edward and I decided to go back so no one would suspect our whereabouts. We reach the lobby in just a minute or two. I’m becoming faster every day. Edward teaches me well how to run like hell.
