The Irresistible Introvert

Chapter 19 - Smile!!

🍁🍁"I Am Barely Bored Alone,
I'm Bored In Crowd And Groups"🍁🍁

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Bryce's P.OV.

Taking a deep breath in and exhaling it out, I got up from my laying position and sat down on the bed. It's night time. I looked outside the window up to the sky where stars were twinkling and the moon was shining all bright. My stomach grumbled. I'm hungry but I don't want to leave my room. I glanced at my wall clock. It was ten at night. Dad called me earlier twice for dinner but I just refused his offer by saying that, 'I am not hungry'. Truth to be said, I was and I'm still hungry but I don't want to face his wife and her son. I dreaded the thought of being embarrassed by her and my dad for mistreating her son this afternoon. I don't like that boy, Period. I don't want to have any civil relationship with him either.

Holding the sleeves of my sweatshirt, I climbed down my bed and walked to my room's door. I opened the door. I was flabbergasted to see Luke sitting in front of my door. He had a small bag in his lap and he was sleeping taking the support of the wall next to the door. I looked all around myself. Anger bubbled up inside me.

What the hell? Why is he sleeping here? Where is his mom? Can't that lady treat her own son right? Such a Bellatrix Lestrange.

Stop using Harry Potter's reference all the time, my mind said!!

I didn't wake him up and walked past him. Cursing Yasmine in my mind for not taking care of that kid, I descended downstairs. The lights in the kitchen were switched on. Great, she can't even switch off the lights. Who will pay for the electricity bill, huh?

Your dad, my inner self replied!!

I stopped in my tracks when I saw Yasmine sitting on the chair of the dining table next to the kitchen reading a novel. As soon as she heard my footsteps, she looked up from the pages of her book to my face. A blank look on her face turned into a grin.

When will she stop smiling?

"I was waiting for you", she said as she folded the page she was reading earlier and closed the novel. My inner self screamed. You don't fold the page to keep them as a bookmark. You buy a bookmark. Respect your novel. Or else you've no right to call yourself a novel or book reader. My heart was stuck to that folded page. My eyes didn't leave that novel for a second.

"Why?", I asked.

To complaint to you about your behaviour, obviously, my mind said.

"You must be hungry. Let me warm the food", she said as she gets up from the seat and walked to the kitchen. I immediately ran to the novel, open the page, unfolded it and placed it back. I could feel the novel thanking me in return.

Good work Bryce!!

I followed her to the kitchen quietly. She was warming pasta. It is my favourite! How did she know? Maybe it's his son's favourite too that's why she cooked it. C'mon Bryce, your own mom doesn't know about your likes and dislikes. How are you supposed to expect that from this lady?