OUR STORY

Untitled Episode

I had a few more reports to read before I was done for the day. It was pretty late, and I had already talked to my mother. And no, things once again did not turn in my favor. My mother was adamant about us coming together. That was the tiring part. Now came the exhausting part of talking to Trevor. Although I told him I would speak to my mother, he and I both knew the results. He might go all rogue on me, but he himself knows it's inevitable.

Yet, even knowing I wasn't at fault, it didn't stop my feet from faltering. Trevor wouldn't hurt me, at least not physically, but I still keep on post-ponding the talk. He has come to my cabin door three times, yes I counted and returned when I didn't meet his eyes or acknowledge him. But now his work is done and he is waiting patiently outside for almost ten minutes. I have finished reading the last report, yet I don't want to face him.

I put down the report, cleared out my table, put everything in its place, and headed out. As soon as I closed the door, Trevor cleared his throat to get my attention. As if I didn't notice the 6-foot-tall giant, hogging the front of my door. He was hard to miss, the walls were all white, while he was a great contrast to it in his black shirt and tan skin. Who wears black in a hospital?

I slowly turned around to meet his eyes. For the first time in I don't know how many years, I just saw him. His face was blank, with no sneers or scowls, no frowning eyebrows, not even that stupid, annoying, smug smirk. His face was black, with only one emotion portrayed in them. Curiosity. I took my gala time, admiring his features, I don't know when I'll see his true face again. The only emotion I see on a daily basis is disgust, hatred, and anger.

Trevor's face is clear of any flaws, except for stress lines in between his eyebrows, courtesy to me. He can easily get any girl, or guy, with his charms and looks, but I know for a fact that he has never dated anyone.

His face slowly morphed into annoyance which was a sign for me to stop staring.

"Well?... Are you gonna speak or zone out thinking about what you lost?" This time his face didn't have any smugness, only annoyance while addressing me.

"What do you want to know?" I asked him, clearly agitating him.

I know, I know, I shouldn't do this, but God help me, I can't help it. It's in my nature to push all his buttons.

"She wouldn't take no for an answer, she expects us both over there... together," I say before he explodes.

"But you said you will talk to her," he says.

"That didn't mean I would be able to convince her. I gave it a try but it didn't work." I said, wishing that it had indeed worked and I was home by now, having a tasty dinner.

"It didn't work or you didn't want it to work, just for old time's sake?" He says, thinking he made a smart remark.

He was so near to me that if I moved a little bit, I could definitely head butt him.

"It didn't work. Not like you did any better job convincing your mother." Saying so I was about to get away from him, but he dragged my hand and trapped me against the wall, his arms caging me.

He stayed still for a minute, and I dared not attempt anything. I may have had an upper hand before, but right now I had none and it would be better to not wave a cloth at the bull in a ring. He eventually let me go and turned around, slowly dragging his hands over his face. He looked exhausted.

"Be ready by six."

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