Psychotic Love

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Chapter Eleven
The 1975 - She Way Out

Mr Vasiliev dismissed everyone once they were altogether completed with their plates. That was barely ten minutes back. He advised everybody to leave the table and go ahead with their duties and do not irritate him for the rest of the day. He was talking them and just them. Excluding me and his most cherished men-Alec, Petya, Ioann and Antonly.

The six of us remained still at the table. All scattered around, sitting tightly and quietly in our seats for Mr Vasiliev to proceed with his words. However, he didn't.

He was back to his precious novel. Eyes following upon the words on the thin pages, following each line. I suppose not leaping over a word or phrase. His fingers were back to drumming against the hardcover, echoing the same beat as once before.

Giving no care, even knowing five quiet souls were sitting right in front of him. Waiting for his words to be declared.

If I wasn't already heated from Mr Vasiliev silence and making us wait when we were all in a temptation of knowing my fate. I would have been hypnotized. Maybe even fascinated, by the unique sight of him. The simple features on his face while reading a novel.

Features I saw during the last ten minutes of silence.

At the point when his eyes stopped on one particular word or phrase, small lines on his temple would show up and his eyes would squint lightly. It appeared as though he was befuddled by the wording and he was endeavouring to make sense of it. Or on the other hand, when he would reach a funny part in the novel.

The colour in his eyes would brighten for a moment or two. His eyes would stretch wide and he would do two of these two things. His teeth would sink down to his bottom lip, trying to compress his laughter, or his free fist would reach to his lips. Trying to seal them from letting out any laughter.

I hated myself for being observant of all those things.

I couldn't be captivated and maddened by him at the same time. I needed to pick one and work with it. I rounded up on picking outrage, it appeared to be the most accurate feeling that seemed to be the best fit.

my fingers began to drum against the table impatiently. Tagging along with his own rhythm.

I figured I was trusting a response to leak out of him. A little one was better than nothing, however, zero. He kept on perusing with 'Romeo and Juliet' forbidden ugly love, while his fingers drummed against the book at a similar rhythm and tempo.

damn you, Mr Vasiliev.

I was about to stop, prepared to sigh in defeat. However, that was until an extra beat along the table traced with mine and Mr Vasiliev.

My eyes connected with a pair of green eyes.

Ioann bright ginger hair was wherever, strands of hair in every which way. One was standing high and mighty, while one other piece was specifically laying before his left eye and it didn't appear- As though it should, wasn't disturbing him by any stretch of the imagination.

He sent a wink my way, while the noise knocking on the wood was gaining sound.

I didn't know his intentions and I didn't even know if he knew my intentions, but he still went along giving no care in the world. His head started to nod along with the beat, his hair bouncing at the process also.

Mr Vasiliev own beat slowed down for a second- I would have thought I imagined it because of how prompt it was. But he still seemed un-faced of everything around him, still in the little fantasy world of his.