Fond Of This Bond

2. Blame The Aim

"I said I am sorry." He spoke in a deep husky voice, and for a few seconds, I got lost in his brown orbs. Before I could say anything, he let go of my wrist which hung there in mid air as I saw him departing. Feeling multiple stares being shot from all the angles I too took charge of myself and proceeded to the washroom to clean up the mess. 

*****

Now, I know why coffee stains are said to be stubborn. I have tried all I could, but it won't budge. I am not going to be in school for another three periods to go with this massive blot on my top, so I guess I am leaving right now for home.

*****

Sitting in your bed, after a long shower eating your favorite snack- Doritos Nacho Cheese with the hot salsa dip, and scrolling down the Instagram feed is truly divine. But this is not going to last forever. I need to do some calculus, and gotta write an essay on social cognition for the Psychology class tomorrow.  

Tomorrow is Tuesday and I love Tuesdays because of the football practice. I have to make sure that the day doesn't get spoiled. Ohh! this reminds me of George. I must talk to Dad about him. By no means will I let him get that console. He has to regret what he did.

I left my room, went through the hall near the stairs, and called out to him, "George, I know you can hear me up there. Look, you ruined my day, and you will have to pay for that. Just let Dad come home. I'm sure he'll give you a nice thrashing once he gets to know what you did."

"Whatever! If you are through with your silly threats, then let me watch the match in peace."

"Grow up, George. You are fucking pathetic."

"Same to you."

"Back to you."

I stomped back to my room. Younger siblings are a real pain in the ass.

*****

Dad got back home around 09:00 p.m., and to my annoyance, he bought George's video game with him. He must have requested him to buy it. I was extremely irritated and told Dad what he did to me in the morning. Dad scolded him for that to which he made a puppy face as if he was guilty. 

When asked to apologize, he immediately did, but the smirk he gave while leaving said something else. He had got what he wanted. 

These are the times when I miss my mother even more. She would have taken the game away from George. She always insisted on not spoiling children by giving them everything they wanted. As a kid, I never got my wants fulfilled instantly. Wishlists were shortened only on special days such as birthdays, Christmas, etc.  

She died in a car accident when I was 10, and George 5. Dad didn't tell us for two whole weeks. But eventually, I understood that she is not coming back. 

Dad brought up the two of us with a lot of love, but after Mom, he became even more lenient. Maybe because of never getting a proper thrashing, George turned up to be such a spoiled brat. Some of his pranks can be cute and adorable, but mostly they are infuriating. But I feel sorry for him too as he has been more deprived of a mother's love than me. I wish he could spend more time with her.

*****

The school was as usual today. Accountancy, Calculus, Psychology, English, Economics, and last but definitely not the least, Physical Education. Studies have never been a matter of concern for me, in fact, I kind of enjoy it. I love all my subjects and perform pretty well in each. 

My professors are also fond of me, well except Mr. Brown. He likes no one and no one likes him. 

After the incident that took place yesterday in the canteen, I took notice of that guy a few times in the corridors. He seems to have a defined body, looks like 6'1 with a nice build. He has dark brown, almost black hair. Mine is two-three shades lighter.