Our Interaction
1075 Words
"WHAT?!?!" That was the quiet Kay. I thought she was mute.
"ShhhHhhHH" I put a finger on my mouth to signal her to be quiet. I look around to send some apologetic smiles to people who turned to give us glares.
"Okay...okay...Alright... Breath in... Breath out... In... Out..." While Indie was struggling to breathe, and Tiara was staring at me wide-eyed seemingly stunned, I smile mischievously. Tiara recovers quickly, while Indie was calming herself down.
"Okay, so you're saying that you're related to the Samuel Farvale? Tiara interrogates.
" Yes..." I nod slowly along with my response. I eye him wearily to confirm their thoughts.
" Are you his sister? Wife?" And that's where I cringe. Wife! Wife?!?! seriously?!
" No, sheets. I'm his cousin. Our fathers were brothers. Twins actually." I give them a piece of information, contemplating whether to tell them the next part or no.
"We were best friends, but then he did something and let me tell you. I don't particularly fancy him. I consider you, the closest I've come to have friends, so you're not gonna tell anyone about this." They nod, signalling that I could trust them.
" Explain," Indie says, making a serious expression that doesn't suit her.
I lean closer and motion them to lean in. When they obey, I tell them
" Not here guys. There's a cafe near the school. At five. We're going to meet there at five." I think I'm going to regret trusting them this easily.
"wait, I have one question. If you were his best buddy, wouldn't he recognise you?" Kay asks me a good question.
"He would have if we weren't apart for almost 8 years. Of course, he won't recognise me."I chuckle at their shocked expression.
" Now if you excuse me, I've got some business to do," I say, leaning back when I see a specific someone go for the booth. I pick my tray and make my way to him.
I keep my head down to not raise any suspicion, and...Ten feet. Six feet. Five. Four. Three. One. And...
BUMP!
I nearly fall on the ground after bumping into him but catch myself at the last moment. I look up to see an irritated look on his glory of a face and notice something.
I halt my mission into a stop. I squint to be sure.
He's an open book to me. And I can see that he's struggling. I can see the light bags under his eyes. And that he's struggling to stay strong ( without me ) to survive in this world.
Under my observing eyes, I can see that Matt has been contacting him too. And I can see the dead look in his eyes. The look of defeat. The look of giving up.
'suck it up, girl' I tell myself as I shift my eyes to his posse behind him staring at me.
"Apologize" Came a deep voice from uncomfortably proximity.
" And what if I don't?" I raise my brows with an amused smile on my face.
'He's gotten stronger.' Ignore.
He narrows his eyes at me trying to intimidate me. Keyword: Trying. This would affect anyone but me. I can resist his intimidating-self to any level.
" You're head was down. You walked in on me. So it's your fault, technically" he reasons with me. But I can see the quiet curiosity growing in him.
"Either apologize or make it up. Besides, your juice spilt over my shirt. I think you owe me one."
I see the chance and take it up.
"Okay, I'll make it up for you. How 'bout... I buy you a packet of french fries?" I say, smile a big-time at the possible things I can do. An innocent smile.
I can feel the stare of the people in cafeteria burning my back, but I guess, the attention is better.
" On you're own?" he asks out of suspicion, with narrowed eyes.
I nod my head with the smile returning on my pretty face. I turn without taking another glance and walk away to buy a packet of french fries with separate ketchup. When I turn away from the booth, I don't see him standing at the same place, instead, I found him sitting on a chair at the popular table. I narrow my eyes while my lips stretch into a small smirk.
I make my way slowly to him, my left hand under the tray and my right hand picking one of the ketchup packets. I put on a big smile when he turns around with a bored expression but his eyes saying otherwise.
When he makes a move to take the tray, I move it away.
"I just have one question, if you answer it honestly, I'll give it to you," I say, my attention on the now opened ketchup sachet behind my back.
"Go ahead, hurry up," he said, while his eyes were still planted on the tray.
"Does your hair have anything artificial on it?"
His eyebrows shot up at the non-relevant question. but soon his eyes narrow down to slits.
"Why do you want to know?" I shrug nonchalantly.
" Just wondering. All your friends look like they have though." I stare at each of them separately. Alexander Steven. Myra Casy. Kyle Grace. Michael Renning. Kace Locke.
" No, I keep my hair completely clean for girls to run their hands in them." He smirks slightly at my wide eyes. Clearly satisfied with my reaction. So is his posse.
'my buddy has changed, though not much'
I swear a girl just fainted in my peripheral vision.
I put my hands on my hips and stand straighter. My expression not showing the amusement, anymore.
"Sorry dude, but not interested," I mutter expecting the look of I'm-never-rejected, but I see him nodding in understanding.
" Now the chips." He demanded, stretching out his palm.
"Here you go, just a moment."
I bring the ketchup hidden behind my back, carefully stash up all the ketchup near the top, and dump it on his head.
Gasps of shocks are heard from the cafeteria.
Then, I do what would have been disgusting if I hadn't asked the question.
I pick up a chip, dip it in the ketchup on his hair and serve it to my master; stomach. This time, the cafeteria goes graveyard-silent.
A strange way of befriending someone.
All the while Samuel Farvale had been in an intense shock. I stare at his slightly wide eyes and hung jaw. He looks younger than I expected.
There's no turning back. The whole cafeteria turns deathly quiet, that I hear my own soft heartbeat and a light ringing in my ears.
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Forgiving is the best revenge. But sometimes, pure torture is enough. – Silver Farvale
- Writer
