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Chapter seven: Fangs

7.

I stirred my mug of milky cocoa, tugged at my blanket to snuggle in and had my eyes glued to the screen of the tv. This was the first time, in a long time that I was having some "me-time" and I was really enjoying myself. I looked around the house and my loneliness started to melt in. Perhaps it was the fact that about two hours ago, I was surrounded by all my friends at Jennifer's. I looked at the clock which was above the television. 9:34pm. I was back home so early. Usually, on movie nights, I get home by eleven but Jennifer had wanted us all to go to her's early so we could leave early, avoiding her mother's presence. None of us complained and thought that was a brilliant idea so we complied.

Except for Brendan.

And Rami.

Who were absent.

Zayn had texted Brendan to see what was going on and Jennifer had called Rami for the same purpose. Brendan had said something about his mum being moody, restraining him from going out and Rami claimed that she had gone to visit her grandmother for the day who lives quite far away. This was surprising because Brendan always disobeys his mother and I had remembered quite clearly how back in year five, when we were asked to do reports on our family history, Rami had complained to the teacher that she had no one to help her because all her grandparents from both sides were dead. Everybody had felt sorry for her, especially me, so the whole of lunch time, I walked arm in arm with her and played with her.

It's revolting when I think about it now.

But all that kept running through my head was, "Are they possibly together?". After Brendan had told me that he was with Rami during the whole one-two hours that he had left me at his Uncle and Aunt's anniversary dinner, the distrust towards him rose. As soon as we were told Brendan and Rami weren't coming, Sam had shot a glare at me. I groaned. I knew exactly what she was thinking. "What?" I whispered. I looked around to see if anyone was listening to us. Luckily they were all distracted. "You know what" she said. I looked away from her. "You're just being paranoid, Samantha" I said, firmly. "Like you're not?" She had snorted. I shifted my body and from the corner of my eye, I could see Theron looking at me. His piercing eyes could bear a hole through my head and his thin pink lips twitched. "Don't" I snapped quietly at him. I didn't need his silliness. Not at a time like this. "I didn't even sa-" "Seriously, don't" I cut him off. I folded my arms across my chest and watched him half-smile.

Gosh his smile was beautiful.

Why did it have to be so beautiful?

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. I gasped a little. It didn't come out in the form of a smirk, retort or sarcastic manner like how his sentences to me usually do but in just a calm, soft way. In an understanding, 'I'm-ready-to-listen-to-you' way.

And oh my days, was it attractive.

I rotated my body to stare at him. His eyes were a lighter shade of green that made him look more friendlier.

Did I want to talk about it?

Talking about it would mean thinking about it which could be a risk; I could easily get upset. I was already upset, anyway.

Second of all, would talking about it with him be a good idea? I barely knew him and vice versa.

I tightened my jaw and tilted my head in disapproval. "No thanks". I felt his body immediately tense up. It was worrying. Theron sat up, his eyes strangely transformed to a deeper shade of green and he retorted, "I hope you didn't think I meant with me".

Well ow, Theron.

I rolled my eyes in response and sat back to concentrate on the next movie we were going to watch as the rest died down their conversations.