Till The Count Of Five ✓

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

You seem blind to the fact that his heart twists to see the two of you apart. At least, someone is trying to put it back together in a new way.

Vee

8th May 2019, Wednesday
15:00

I played with the beads of the necklace. My forehead thumped with pain and exhaustion. Hardik was right. I needed to start exercising again. My body couldn't even take a fifteen minutes jog easily without pain coursing through my ankles.

"Is that my necklace?"

I tilted my head and saw Shay standing at the entrance of the warehouse. The necklace slipped out of my hands and into my pocket.

"No," I said. "What necklace?"

She walked over to me, her movements better than when I saw her two days back. At the corner of the couch, she stopped and frowned at me.

"Why did you change its position? You're facing the wall," she said.

My eyelids drooped. "I know." I rubbed my forehead. Staring at that wall was not the best idea, I had decided.

The couch creaked a little as she sat down next to me. "You changed the covers."

I did. They were driving me nuts. The black ink that ran down its length had given me shivers when I came here yesterday. "They were dirty."

"Why didn't you come to school yesterday and today?" she asked. "And what happened to your head?"

As soon as her fingers touched the healing scar, I opened one eye and groaned. "What's up with your questions?"

She pulled her hand back and blinked at me. I didn't answer her. It was honestly fine, just a gift from our new groupie. Knowing that now I couldn't just go back to resting, I sat up straight.

"I talked to Kiara," I said. Her cheeks rose a little as her nostrils flared, the apparent distaste clearly on display. This was what I wanted to see, the strength of their abomination for each other and if I could overcome it.

"She played no role in what happened the day before yesterday," I said. "Nothing to do with you or the paintings."

She shrugged. "I don't care. It was just a magazine. Someone put it in, I took it out."

I carefully chose my next words. "She was rather distressed. I'm sure you must've heard what happened in the washrooms."

Her surprised gaze met mine. "She was distressed?"

I raised an eyebrow at the absurdity of her question. "Would you not be?"

"Did she hit you?"

I would have laughed at both her assumption and expression if I wasn't worried at the moment. "Shay, I want you both to finish whatever is going on."

The desperation in my voice should have shown her how badly I wanted them to become friends again. I truly believed they used to be friends no matter how much Ashiamma insisted they weren't.

"You want?" She let out a dry laugh. "What about what I want? Why do I feel that you're saying this because you simply can't bear the thought of her being the bad one here."

I sighed and threw my head back. "There are no bad ones. We all make mistakes. I am not asking you to be friends again, I-"

"Again? Were you sleeping around us? We were never friends to begin with."