Memory of Perfection

Chapter 4 - Smoking hot talks

Robin's P.O.V.

"What?" I stupidly answered when I got over the shock. I looked around me in hopes of seeing Casey or any of my other classmates around me to use them as an excuse to leave, but I didn't see anyone or anything around me. I looked back up and into those bright eyes to see them crinkling at the sides. "Are you laughing at me?"

The familiar boy bended over and grabbed his stomach, laughing for some stupid reason or another. "Sorry, I just didn't know one could get scared of just an introductory question. I'm good now, no need to laugh anymore whatsoever." I stared at the boy and he stared right back at me. I didn't believe a single word of what he was saying, and I was proven right when he erupted in laughing again.

"I really don't understand what's so funny about all this." I just stared at him, knowing I had a look on my face that said 'I'm so done with all the shit you're giving me right now'. When he was completely calm and I was sure enough he wouldn't start laughing again to talk to him, I asked "Now, what was so funny you were laughing about me that loudly?"

"You just reacted so funnily. I only asked you what your name is and you looked like the queen asked you if you wanted to marry her. And then, after that, you just lamely say 'what'. I mean, unless you're like super unintelligent, you should be able to answer that question, right?"

"I am able to, I just don't want to have a serious talk with someone who has an attitude like you." I lifted my chin and gave him a daring look.

He just cocked an eyebrow and answered, "Oh, getting sassy now, aren't we? Weren't you the rude one the last time we spoke?"

I looked up and tapped my finger against my chin as if I was thinking hard. "Hmm, I can't seem to remember if we ever talked before. Maybe you weren't interesting enough to remember." It almost hurt me to say that, knowing that the truth was actually the total opposite.

"Or maybe," he dared to answer, "you just smoked too much, killing enough brain cells to forget about my super exciting personality."

"Well maybe, you were so exciting, that I couldn't touch another cigarette the rest of the afternoon, because I cared about what you would think of me." I did not think that through. Why did I just say that? Stupid, I'm so stupid.

"What?" He said.

"What?" I said back.

"No really, what? You were talking so quickly I only understood half of it, something with you touching a cigarette the rest of the afternoon?" The confused look on his face told me that he really didn't know what I said, or he was just a good actor, either one of them.

"The opposite actually, but whatever. So ehm, why do you want to know my name? Since that's how this conversation started." I changed the subject, hoping he would let it go and answer my question. Luckily, he did.

"Well, I thought we had quite an interesting talk the first time we met and when I saw you walking here yesterday, finding out we actually go to the same university, I thought that maybe we could become friends." He had a small smile on his face, looking as if he was absolutely sure I would say yes and as if it would be that easy.

"So that was you yesterday? I thought I was starting to see things." I chuckled awkwardly, hoping that he wouldn't notice that I wasn't answering his proposal.

"Yeah, it was me. I even waved at you, but you were suddenly gone, as if you sank into the ground or something."

"Oh yeah, that was my friend pulling me along, we were late for class." I awkwardly said. So far it was going okay, I guess. He wasn't mad at me yet for not answering him or anything. It was quiet for a while, until I heard him speak again.