Scars

Chapter 18

Spending too much time alone without anything to do means getting caught up in past memories and regrets, however there is nothing I can do except do that. I have already texted Chris to get me some information about the newly appointed professor, Moore.

With nothing more to do, I lay in Jayd- my room, after changing into a pair of cotton shorts and a T shirt.

Memories assault my brain.

Memories that make me question everything I believe in right now.

At times like these, I miss Sarah even more than usual. She was a person who always had the best of advises. She never took a side, just pointed out each and every thing and let you decide for yourself.

She was mine, and Jay's anchor.

A beep rings through the apartment, alerting me of someone's entrance.

Jayden's newly installed lock system working perfectly.

I rise up, definitely not going out to see who it is as I think to myself how will Jay react if he got to know that the person who made this remarkable system is none other the one who has had my back for most of the past two years. I hardly think Chris will receive a pat of appreciation on his back. May be a bullet to the back, but not a pat.

A pair of icy blue eyes greet me as I wander towards the kitchen.

I supress a shiver as his eyes follow me from where he stands, till I reach my destination. I tell myself, it is due to the coldness of tiles below my naked feet instead of the resurfacing emotions I have for this man.

I hate that there is a have in the earlier sentence.

Unable to take it, I clear my throat awkwardly as I take a glass of water to drink, pausing to see him enter before passing it to him and taking out another one for me.

How do talk to someone who you have spent around a decade loving, and a pair of years hating?

Yeah, there should be hand book for that.

"So..." I take another sip from my glass, the feeling of his eyes on me yet not leaving, "What are you doing here today so early?"

"If I didn't know any better, I would assume you are attempting small talk here."

My head whips up at his playfully smug tone, sneering as I see a half smirk on his face. "And since you do know me better, what do you think I am trying to do?"

I blanch when I see him casually shrug, "Well, I would say you are confused with me here. You know, because you have already decided that you would avoid me, as well as the confrontation that will follow, but because you are alone and don't want to think anymore..."

Fuck if he isn't right.

But I can't let him know that, can I?

I roll my eyes, annoyed that my body relaxed as soon as I heard his voice. "Ok Mr. I-know-all, answer the primary question."

He gives me a deadpan look, before turning as he drew out some stuff from pantry and collecting a pan from across the kitchen before answering, not bothering to give me a glance, "Well, your friends informed me that it's been a while since they have left and all they have seen you eat is a burger. And I thought, why not spend some time with my girlfriend, who I thought has been dead for two years."