When Perfect Meets Crazy

Chapter 23: 22 - I strongly suggest you start talking

“You are literally the worst person to stalk. You know that, right?” he whined. “You do the exact same boring things every single day. You’re every parent’s dream child. Live a little, will you?”

“Here’s an idea,” I snarled. “If I’m so boring, don’t stalk me. Problem solved.”

My reaction was excessive. I could feel it as soon as the words were out. It was especially hostile. It wasn’t like him complaining about my routine was new. He did it all the time. I was used to hearing it even. I wasn’t even pissed. Not really. Something had just been off about him the past few days and it was starting to really irk me.

He rolled his eyes, dismissing the suggestion off with a flick of his wrist.

“You have the worst part-time job,” he declared, looking very much bored out of his mind. “You know that, yeah? I mean, how much do you get paid to waste away in this place?”

I paused in the process of returning a book on birdwatching to the appropriate shelf.

“Worst job?” I arched a brow, unamused. “You’re one to talk, Mr Illegal Fighter.”

“Shhhh!” He hissed, eyes widening.

He shiftily glanced left then right. Like anyone would be in the bird section on a hot Tuesday afternoon. I rolled my eyes and pushed the book into the proper slot.

“No one heard me. There’s hardly anyone in the library to begin with.”

My words didn’t provide any relief to him. He kept looking around, worriedly chewing on his lower lip. I rolled my eyes exasperatedly.

If he was so worried about giving his secret away, he should work on his own secret keeping abilities before worrying about the possibility of me, the queen of keeping her mouth shut, slipping up.

He sighed in relief a few beats later, finally satisfied that no one was going to materialise to arrest him.

“It’s a slow day,” I needlessly pointed out, pushing the now empty cart out of the way to make room for me to sit on the floor. “Why are you even here? You ghosted me for weeks without any guilt. Why are you religiously showing up every day now?”

He raised an eyebrow, eyeing me dubiously as I patted the space opposite me, gesturing for him to sit too. With a grunt conveying displeasure, he settled down with his legs stretched out to the side, pointedly sneering at my folded legs. I rolled my eyes.

“My co-worker wants your number,” I stated.

He smirked, looking every inch an arrogant drunk-on-his-own-appeal teenage boy.

“You’ve been talking about me?” he voiced.

I considered it my duty to humanity to bring him back down to earth.

“You hang around me five out of seven days in a week. Of course, she’d ask questions.”

He didn’t seem convinced but I knew the more I tried, the less convincing I would be so I let it go. Who cared what he thought anyway.

“Don’t worry, I told her nothing of your dirty secret. I led her to believe you’re one of the students I tutor. One that needs special help.”

He scowled, an eyebrow arching of its own accord.

“You couldn’t have come up with something else?”

“This was the most believable.” I shrugged innocently.

“Liar,” he accused.

I gave an unperturbed single shoulder jerk.

“It doesn’t matter. You have a girlfriend, remember?”

“I know.” His brows furrowed, a suspicious frown taking hold of his face.

“Exactly. So you couldn’t have gone after April either way.”

“I wasn’t going to. I just--”

“You just what? Wanted to keep your options open?” I cut him off.

“No.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m just... not comfortable with the idea of you telling people I’m stupid.”

“Well,” I shrugged, “you kind of are.”

I was expecting him to take the jab good-naturedly but instead, his expression darkened dramatically like I had crossed some imaginary line.

“Sorry,” I muttered half-heartedly. What’s his problem today?

He arched a brow, unappeased.

“Fine,” I conceded. “I am not sorry but I’m willing to pretend I am. It should make you feel better.”

opening in disbelief.

me for a while now, yeah? You know

my brows waiting for

he drawled, eyes narrowed in

anything about you,” I

He frowned.

know I can’t tell

hand, cutting him off.

about the fighting thingy and who you’re working for but you can talk about your real life,” I expanded. “For

He raised his brows, his tone laced with

that bridge

hardened his

am I going to do with stories about your family? If I was that interested

actually tried the last option. He silently

gaze met mine. “What do

a small smile of

siblings do you

you think I have

I rolled my eyes.

and deductive reasoning. I know you don’t understand

lips, anger coating his features.

opposite of

do you ask?” My

are,” he answered. “The female

my eyes crinkling

against the entire gender so you

aren’t capable of worrisome levels of stupidity by the way,” I

more condescending and self-absorbed than my father. And he always thinks he’s the smartest in the

Self-absorbed, hardly,” I replied.

wasn't going to let him change the topic

me suspiciously. I

sister and a younger one,”

“Ages?”

“26 and 9.”

wrong with your parents?”

me?” he hissed.

against my mouth. “Sorry. For real this time,” I added following his disbelieving frown. “What I meant

had problems conceiving.” He shrugged

“Oh.”

older sister is married now,” he continued. “To

didn’t expect her to marry a

subconsciously leaned toward

marry a business partner’s son,” he explained. “You know, a proper conceited

must be really rich.” I mused

off to business partners. It was wholly

He shrugged.

me was still surprised to be confronted with more evidence of his net worth.

your younger sister?” I

kid.” He smilingly

he loved her

filed the information away in to pore

prodded. “You know enough about mine.”

he trailed off, raising

“Is...?” I urged.

He sighed, shoulders heaving.

thing if she wasn’t married to my dad.” He gave an awkward one shoulder shrug. “I

I asked, my stomach

his head. I breathed a sigh of relief, the

then?” I asked.

He remained silent.

Another woman? I couldn’t exactly comfortably

soon as it occurred to me.

He nodded.

me.” I scowled, subconsciously baring

eyes flashing. “You’re smart. And strong. And great at everything. Good for you. Not everyone is like

warred for dominance on my face.

dare try to play that card

chuckle. He stilled, eyes watching me like a

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