Ineffable

07 | COOK IT UP AND MAKE YOU EAT IT

If I wasn't in a foul mood, I would have given the idiot a look at how creative he is.

"You screwed it up, didn't you?" Adi huffs.

"There wasn't anything to screw about," I reply, curtly.

Adi lets out a humorless laugh and tells me, "Sure, that's why your introverted ass went to talk to her first."

"I was—"

"—intrigued, I know," Adi rolls his eyes and I give him an annoyed look. "Don't you know that is—forget about it, what did you do?"

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. "If I tell you, will you go to your room and not say anything to me?"

Adi's eyes narrow a bit but he nods. "Yeah, okay."

I tell him what happened within some seconds and he looks as if he is ready to kill me and hug me all at the same time—I prefer being killed than getting a hug from him.

"I will go to the room," He says and I look at him as he goes to the room, next to the one I am sleeping in.

Weird—he actually listened to me? Maybe, it is not bad after all.

I hear my phone ring shortly, indicating a message notification.

Spoke too soon.

Aditya
11:41 pm
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Then starts the string of messages of how I am but should be. Like an ignorant person, I flip off my phone on the bed, next to me, and just hope sleep forgives me and comes back.

***

It doesn't.

Ungrateful brat.

Neither does Adi stop scolding me; the only thing new is the bruise on his fist as he tried to punch me in the morning before we start for school. The guy can't pick up his own school bag without grunting and he tried to punch me.

"Pay for the ice, next time, jerk," Adi grumbles, holding his hand, and I roll my eyes at his antics. "You are such a rock—your body is a fucking rock and your emotional capacity is of a rock."

"That's...innovative," I muse. He grunts, shifting his bag to his left shoulder.

We are on our way to the homeroom. I can feel the stares of some kids on the way but I don't care about it—why care about people who don't know shit about you yet talk shit about you?

I hate high school. Actually, I hate the complete package of every gathering and event ever created. Unfortunately for me, graduating from a school is something I should do, according to fucked up opinion of—

Nevertheless, just some months before I leave this shit of a school.

"So, do you have your sorry letter?" Adi asks.

"What are you talking about?"

I turn to Adi, just as we are walking into the classroom. He gives me a dry look before his eyes shift away towards something. I don't need to look in the direction to know who he is looking at.

Bella.

Just like gravity pulls us back to the ground after we jump, I am propelled to look at her and I do, walking towards my seat, beside hers.

I know she feels my presence as just for a moment, she freezes. Next, when I am near our desk, she looks up and meets my gaze.

She is sitting on her usual seat, reading a novel, but something is different with her. Probably, the way her hair is more messed up in that tiny bun on the crown of hair, or the way she has worn a maroon huge cardigan over a white shirt with black sweatpants and black Nikes—no, it is the blank hostility on her face.