In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHAPTER 5 * PART 2

Trailer Trash & Voltaire

I turned around. His face was surprisingly apologetic, but there was a defining and awkward silence between us. As usual, I had to feel it.

" I was just trying to help with the laundry. I should have left it it outside the door," I explained, not sure how to take his sudden change of demeanor.

His eyes grazed over the sherwani. I must have looked like an idiot, parading around the doing housework in it like a servant with an overactive imagination.

"That looks nice on you," he said, his eyes lingering on my sherwani.

Uh, What? Did he just compliment me? Is he on drugs?

"Your mom gave it to me. It was a gift from her," I stammered, making sure it was clear to him that I did not take it from her closet.

"It suits you."

If that lighting weren't so bad, I would swear he smiled at me. I was utterly confused by his change of disposition, in my mind tried to make sense of it. Is he trying to have a conversation with me? Or does he want to make me feel that he's right before he kills me embarrass me under the oak tree in the backyard?

"I was just trying it on, to see if it fit. I mean, I wasn't going to wear it all night or anything."

He took two steps towards me and I fought the urge to turn and run. What was his angle here? "You should wear casual clothes more often. You're always on jeans and t-shirts seems like a waste." He seemed to blush after saying this. I could just only stare. Maybe I was the one on drugs and his was hallucination.

He continued. "I read your article I should post you noticed I had it by the bed."
" Oh?" I lied.
It's good. "You're a good writer,Bas."

I was dumbfounded.

He kept going. "Tee told me that you're planning to go to college and study writing."

Uh,really? I've spent hours with you everyday for weeks and you just know act interested in my life? "If I can get enough scholarships money. Some of us have to struggle to go to college?

"Well I think you're a fighter."

I squinted at him. "You do?"

" You put up with me for five weeks right?" He smiled sincerely, shyly. For the first time I felt I was talking to her human being... With a heart. Oddly, his kindness to me was...unsettling. I didn't know what to do with it. It was cleared back when he was an asshole.

" I am not sure what you mean." I lied again, through a forced, polite smile.

  He pursed his lips and rubbed his chin, as as if searching carefully for the right words that wouldn't condemn him too much. "It's just that... I can be a jerk sometimes. That's all."

A jerk? No, the way he acted was beyond ordinary, run-of-the-mill jerkiness and I wouldn't let him get off that easily. "Well, if you know that they say, prejudice are what fools use for reason." He gawked me. "You read Voltaire?"

I turn away and started to climb down the stairs. I only had a few carefully chosen party words for him. "Yes, Copt. We trailer trash just love Voltaire."

This time I didn't look back.

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