It's Okay To Be Different

Wasted

That is the current book cover. I'll be changing it soon. Along with the name, it'll be similar.

Special shout out to akankshasingh414. She has a lot of contribution in this chapter.
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Chapter 15: Wasted

Annika's POV

My brain is such a dumb one.

Let's make tonight special then.

What was I even thinking? I didn't move an inch during the whole ride. I held on tight on to the strap of my bag, looking straight on the road.

Ryan didn't utter a word either. I could tell he was taken aback. Maybe this wasn't even a big deal for others, but my social awkward self is getting a weird feeling for every single thing. A good weird feeling.

We reached the cliff and sat at the edge. I opened my backpack and handed a box to him. He took it with a twitched smile.

"What is this?" He asked opening it.

"A cake!?" He looked at me.

"I made it. I'm not a good cook, but I tried. So it can taste..uh...half baked." I told him as he smiled.

"Actually no, hang on." I continued.

"Don't. We can buy out. I don't want you getting food poisoned honestly. Damn, why did I even bring this? I knew this wasn't good." I tried to take it back but he stretched his hand other side. I went a bit forward but he laughed. His chuckle was a melody to my ears.

If I move any forward I would be literally all over him. Ignoring the butterflies in my stomach, I sat back. He opened the lid and tasted the cake. He scrunched his nose as my eyes widened.

"Is it the bad?" I asked taking the spoon from his hand and tasting the cake.

"It's actually better than what I thought." I confessed as he laughed taking back the spoon.

"Don't." I grabbed his arm to prevent him from taking another bite.

"It's not bad. Plus, no one ever made anything for me. Except for my dad." He said. I kept my hands to myself after considering that the cake wasn't that bad. It was a plain one without any cream.

"Thank you." He smiled looking with those green eyes. I tried to hide my grin as I nodded.

"You didn't celebrate your birthday with Mr Haans? Like ever in the past 8 years?" I asked hesitantly. I still wasn't sure about whether or not I should ask him things about his life. I just wanted to know him.

Ryan had a hint of sad smile on his face. Shit, it's his birthday.

"Don't answer." He looked at me with narrowed eyes, "I don't want you to talk about something which makes you sad. Not today." I confessed with a straight face.

"It doesn't make me sad." I looked at him as he stared right into my eyes. Self consciousness hit me and I looked away. I didn't like it a bit when anyone observed me. It was like they're noticing each and every single mark or pore on my face which didn't help my level of confidence.

"But you being all insecure does." My eyes shot up.

"I'm not insecure." I snapped back.

"Sure." He looked away. Silence filled the air and none of us spoke.

I was a bit irritated on how he read my mind. He, almost every time, knew what was in my mind. But I didn't feel vulnerable in front of him.

"Lucas is Haans' son. Lucas, my best friend whom I pushed away in a way which would make anyone think I'm a monster. Which I was. He knew I was hurt so he held on to me. No matter what shit I said to him. But you know how they say there's a limit to everything. I crossed that. I lost him." He sounded regretful.